Guess where I am right now?
Not here, that's where.
I'm in Wyoming sweating myself silly whilst pulling a handcart through the desertwhilst wearing bonnets and bloomers. And just my luck, I'm probably getting struck by lightening at this very moment, seeing as lightening storms are imminent in Wyoming this weekend.
Since my Gigi got struck by lightening three times, I sometimes wonder if I was born under an electromagnetic force field and my fate is sealed.
Does that sound fatalistic?
If I don't return by Monday, please send out a rescue party.
(Get it? Rescue party? I'm on Trek? Reenacting the Martin/Willy handcart incident?)
Remind me to tell you a funny story. Later. When I'm not walking through the desert in bloomers.
It has to do with how dumb I am. Some people think I'm just pretending to be a dumb for this blog, but it's ain't true. Not trying to brag or anything, but I'm dumb fo' reals. Fo' real, real reals.
But that story is for another day. Right now I have to go to bed because I'm not really walking through the desert in bloomers at this exact moment. I wrote this post in the past and in my present (your past) I have to wake up in an hour so I'm not grumpy in the future (your present).
ONE HOUR, peeps! And then I have get up and walk and walk and walk and walk. AND walk. Through the desert. Up hill both ways.In my bloomers.
You wanna see a preview of what it's gonna look like?
Wow! It's late, ain't it. Gotsta go!
Till we meet again!