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Two Women and an Order of Fries Heads up neophytes, ginger is NOT a substitue for alcohol. not so far gone that the awkward moment escapes me, so i quickly look down with an extra stern glance at my phone and throw in another chuckle so they wouldn’t feel that I was laughing at them. Two Women and an Order of Fries Heads up neophytes, ginger is NOT a substitue for alcohol. not so far gone that the awkward moment escapes me, so i quickly look down with an extra stern glance at my phone and throw in another chuckle so they wouldn’t feel that I was laughing at them.

with intent and focus she raked the black olives from the top of the pizza to the side closest to her, dipped down to the plate not bothering to raise it, and took the olives in. a subtle softening of expression; her head tilted back a bit, her eyes blinked. 2- discovery of the lost art of solitude; 3- to pry oneself from the easy chair and move one step out of our comfort zone; 4- traveling alone exploring the unknown for at least two nights away from home preferably via foot or a 4 wheel drive vehicle. with intent and focus she raked the black olives from the top of the pizza to the side closest to her, dipped down to the plate not bothering to raise it, and took the olives in.

The Road Back From Long and Blonde It’s fall. Some things didn’t make it to the dry cleaners at the end of last winter and the long blonde hairs are stuck to the back of the navy peacoat. I want to wear the coat, but I don’t want to roller tape the hair away I want to wear the coat, but I don’t want to roller tape the hair away

My first travel related memories are due them; the love of road trips surely rooted in those early journeys in the back of a camper-hull-domed-pick-up-truck headed to the likes of unimaginably distant, exquisitely exotic specters of Knott’s Berry Farm and Silver Dollar City via America’s original Holiday Inn, the KOA campground circuit. Despite the glorious passing of several years since June’s death-clutch on the road trip ended with my son’s exit for college, there’s apparently such a thing as mental muscle memory when stoked by good drugs. My first travel related memories are due them; the love of road trips surely rooted in those early journeys in the back of a camper-hull-domed-pick-up-truck headed to the likes of unimaginably distant, exquisitely exotic specters of Knott’s Berry Farm and Silver Dollar City via America’s original Holiday Inn, the KOA campground circuit. Despite the glorious passing of several years since June’s death-clutch on the road trip ended with my son’s exit for college, there’s apparently such a thing as mental muscle memory when stoked by good drugs.