over the river
and through the woods
to mother's house I go
actually tis out of the woods and over the intracoastal which we call the river
off to see my mother on the left side of the state
her snowbird camptime is over and I'll drive her home.
I didn't get a maid to clean her house this year. So that job falls back to me. ;0
Watch these rubber gloves fly.
Watch these legs haul suitcases.
Watch it all out my drivers windows as I have the blackberry and post along the way.
Rest stops have never seen such fun.
I'm packing along the audio book When you are engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris. I like driving and listening to stories, even my mothers.
When a cross section is made in any wall of a hive, the empire reveals my stored memories and the heart breaking through with all the consequences of saying YES.
Monday, March 30, 2009
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BYE the BYE MizE Pie!
Safe Travels!!!! xo
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