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| Somehow, I don't imagine this is our conductor. |
Secret Agent Fred and I are spending Christmas day taking the train down the coast to Los Angeles. It's supposed to be a really spectacular trip and I like riding on trains,
but right now, four hours before we're supposed to leave, Fred and I are both sort of loaded (in Fred's case, you can delete the "sort of" part. Plowed would be a better description.) Still, how hard can it be to get on a train?
Hmmm.
We'll be back soonish, I'll tell you all about it.
Sleeping away the holiday on a train, how luscious...
ReplyDeleteHappy happy!
hope someone takes your ticket!
ReplyDeleteI'll be looking for the caboose!
ReplyDeleteWhat the what what? How is it I'm not aware of your every move? Though at least this explains--kinda--why I haven't had an answer to my email.
ReplyDeleteHe blows hot and cold, Diane.
DeleteThe fickle bitch.
That boy in the top picture is very fetch. And he's a heartbreaker. Here, you let take care of him and you won't have to go through the heart ache. I'll do it for you. Why? Because, that's just the kind of guy I am.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year to a swell old broad.
ReplyDeleteThe broadest..!
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