It's hot here. It's muggy here. Clothes are clinging. Bees are whispering their stories at the window, ladybugs are swarming over the porch. The cat is chasing grasshoppers and dragonflies. The air feels heavy against the skin. The air is laced with the scent of freshly mown grass. Just when it feels like the air couldn't possibly get any heavier the clouds open up and let loose what they have been promising. Warm drops splattering against the screen next to my bed and begging me to come out and play amongst them. Clouds deep grey with their bounty. You can get dizzy looking up into them as the wind wakes up and rolls them and the rain accross the sky in liquid sheets of relief. The world seems to sigh in release.
I think Spring finally arrived here. Of course here in Oregon we just go from icy rain to hot sticky rain. Muggy is definately a Season all it's own here. Makes it difficult to keep a girls curly hair looking half way decent. Oh and Storm Rider this would be a photo of my tresses:
Also I have to say I really enjoyed the voicemails from you and Miss Macy. We really do have to find a time when we can both be on the phone at the same time, eh?
Well as most of you have noticed lately all my posts have been about work. So I need something to post that will interest you and give me something to do. So...
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from my old friend Kris .
Basically ask me ANYTHING. Anything at all. No restrictions, ask as many questions as you like and I will answer them all. I do realize that in the end some of you may end up making me blush but hey a girl looks a lot better with some color in her face right? So lay 'em on me, ask away. I will eagerly await the inquisition. Good night for now, I have to work in the morning.
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