Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Choo choo

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.




8 comments:

  1. Sleeping away the holiday on a train, how luscious...

    Happy happy!

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  2. I'll be looking for the caboose!

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  3. What 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.

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  4. 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.

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  5. Happy New Year to a swell old broad.

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