I'm drunk (afternoon margaritas with Not Loni and Not Mel) , I'm on the phone with Not Karen (hi Not Karen!), and I'm supposedly getting ready for an "impromptu" front porch party (Not Don is really doing the work), invites announced on facebook. Sorry for any incoherence, but if you're a regular reader and you expect to see a post from me each day, this is it, bitches. I doubt I'll be in any shape to write anything later. If you stop by tonight, you will automatically be a member of Professional Porch Sitters Union, Local 6012.
This is my rock and roll love letter to you.
1 week ago