Home Sweet Home
And soon.
To a sweet little old Galveston house that I’ll be calling Home Sweet Home.
Now if I can only figure out how to get a couple of screaming cats 2500 miles cross country.
Drugs? Oh, yeah. Will that be enough? I seriously doubt it. Maybe a couple of swift blows to the head will help. Mine, that is.
Wish me luck.
‘Cause one way or another, cats or no, it’s time to get back down to the sultry south, to the land of loving family and friends, pretty palm trees, and blue crab specials. Read the rest of this entry »
