Vacations
Zelda and I are down in Zelda parents land.
It is over cast and cool outside, but warm inside.
We have family and friends and yummy food.
Rick, a Looonnnnggggg time friend of Zelda's, has adopted the Austin area as home.
See, he has been a gypsy of sorts, traveling around the country for the last 10 years or so.
Rick is an artist and musician and 'follows the beat...' you know the cliche.
He was a friend of Z's first husband back in high school.
It was nice to finally meet him.
Though it was odd to be introduced to someone who knew Zelda in her previous incarnation.
(No, she was not Jesus or Mari Antoinette)
Being someone elses wife.
And did he find it possibly odd that some strange (but loveable) man was hugging and kissing on his best bud's wife...
Whether or not he it even crossed his mind, it did mine.
****
As we sat in Austin rush hour trafic, much ,much worse than Dallas, but not so bad as Denver, Z wondered if we should get a Vacation voucher for Monday. After all, we were sitting in bad trafic on a day off...
Some how I don't beleive so Z.
But I like the way you think...
(She's laying beside me in bed, looking over my shoulder (ok, my arm) adding some color to the post tonight)
It's nice and peaceful here, so long as we don't bring up the notion that mom and dad should give up their king sized tempurpedic to their house guests.
Don't go there!
That and turn about is fare play.
"So, why don't you have your in laws up to visit more often?"
"Well, they insist on staying in our room and we won't give up OUR tempurpedic either!"
Life will never be the same...
Maybe we can roll ours up and fit in the back seat?
If while driving in Texas and you see a large kite that looks a whole lot like a matress being flown from the back of a car, that's probably Zelda and Bunny "flying" their mattress down to the Hill country. Just don't get in behind us in stop and go trafic and low bridges. Some one has to hold the tail till we get up to speed.
****
Zelda and Bunny, in Zelda Parent's land, suffering from SBS, "Strange Bed Syndrome".
It is over cast and cool outside, but warm inside.
We have family and friends and yummy food.
Rick, a Looonnnnggggg time friend of Zelda's, has adopted the Austin area as home.
See, he has been a gypsy of sorts, traveling around the country for the last 10 years or so.
Rick is an artist and musician and 'follows the beat...' you know the cliche.
He was a friend of Z's first husband back in high school.
It was nice to finally meet him.
Though it was odd to be introduced to someone who knew Zelda in her previous incarnation.
(No, she was not Jesus or Mari Antoinette)
Being someone elses wife.
And did he find it possibly odd that some strange (but loveable) man was hugging and kissing on his best bud's wife...
Whether or not he it even crossed his mind, it did mine.
****
As we sat in Austin rush hour trafic, much ,much worse than Dallas, but not so bad as Denver, Z wondered if we should get a Vacation voucher for Monday. After all, we were sitting in bad trafic on a day off...
Some how I don't beleive so Z.
But I like the way you think...
(She's laying beside me in bed, looking over my shoulder (ok, my arm) adding some color to the post tonight)
It's nice and peaceful here, so long as we don't bring up the notion that mom and dad should give up their king sized tempurpedic to their house guests.
Don't go there!
That and turn about is fare play.
"So, why don't you have your in laws up to visit more often?"
"Well, they insist on staying in our room and we won't give up OUR tempurpedic either!"
Life will never be the same...
Maybe we can roll ours up and fit in the back seat?
If while driving in Texas and you see a large kite that looks a whole lot like a matress being flown from the back of a car, that's probably Zelda and Bunny "flying" their mattress down to the Hill country. Just don't get in behind us in stop and go trafic and low bridges. Some one has to hold the tail till we get up to speed.
****
Zelda and Bunny, in Zelda Parent's land, suffering from SBS, "Strange Bed Syndrome".
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