I can admit, that was an amazing blow. You see someone one day before a trip they are taking. A trip that will make themselves happy, see family. Have some fun and see old pals. Come home, shoot yourself in the head. Yes, give me the chance and I would PUNCH you in the head, Cory. That's right. It was a cowardly thing. You tossed us all to the side. you forgot everybody.
I hope they got the kitty and she is in a happy home, she will miss you too.
Does anyone have a clue?
Should I have...how many things does that apply to?
Could I have....there is another one we are all too familiar with.
All I can really say is that tonight we got that platter you did so well. The cheese and pears..such a beautiful blend of hot peppers, olives, herbed soft cheeses...bread and balsamic vinegar paired with olive oil. And the pears soaked in port (my treat, she can't have them, alas).
It was good, we sat and chatted with Jason. We go on, even if you decided not to.
Dude, I am so gonna miss your smile. Your exuberance. But, I will have to let it go. Rock on, and expect a big cosmic kick to the balls whence we meet again.
G'night Cory.
