My first baby turns 21 this year. My Irish twins are making life choices… and I have less than a year before I’m 40. Thank goodness Tugga wants to be a cowboy when he grows up. I need the comic relief from the lasso situation. I’m still feeling like fast cars and freedom, so things are pretty much situation normal at Casa Gypsy.
In case you haven’t caught on, my world is a special shade of misty mountain mauve. My great American novel that will certainly not publish is underway and promises to be a big ball of what the heck is that. In order to ensure this, I’m thinking about Jim Croce. Don’t ask me why, I really have no idea.
If I really could put time in a bottle, I’d seriously have time to catch up. That man has good advice. Don’t tug on Superman’s cape. Don’t spit into the wind. There’s no one there you really wanted to talk to. Let those pieces stay where they lay.
Miss Shannon is off to listen to Bad, Bad Leroy Brown…Baddest man in the whole damn town. Thank you for your time… You’ve been so much more than kind. Until we meet again, remember wild, wild women will make you crazy.