yarn

I have none.*
That means I will not get to crochet on our seven hour drive. And no matter how much I like my car companion, I get restless if I'm not a little distracted.

So go to cingular.com and text me. Or call. Or send good gifts via express mail to the La Quinta in Savannah on Abercorn.

And get excited because I bet I'll have a damn fun time to tell you about when I get back. Like the creepy crawl tonight.

AND, I get to have blue bell icecream. You don't know what you have until it's gone, Oklahomans. Man oh man.

later, gators.




*yarn that goes with my afghan. it's all at my mom's 'cause she still hasn't sent it...