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.
It’s time to come home.
And a grand old house she is indeed. Her cozy comforting air will only be enhanced with your beloved belongings, the smell of said blue crabs boiling in cajun seasonings and the essence of tequila as it hits the blender. Cant wait!!! You owe me one! Margarita that is!!! See you soon my friend. Hope the adironcack and rocking chair are easily accessible in the moving van!
Great house! You know, a front porch can make or break a house and that looks like a great one for porch swingin’ and tea-sippin’ (I hope you won’t forget to start replacing the letter “g” with an apostrophe now that you’re back down south!).
Speaking–excuse me–Speakin’ of porches…do you remember that umbrella chair (I think you call it a butterfly chair) you gave me once for Christmas? Well, I’ve turned it into a porch chair and it’s worked out pretty well except that the porch on my little apartment kind of sucks. It’s cramped and covered with spider webs and the apartment management installed this eye socket frying, high illumination floodlight right next to it, which is good for warding off muggers but ruinous for wouldbe stargazers. All problems I’m sure your front porch won’t suffer from.
No glarin’ flood light on that porch but she may wanna get a skeeter getter so they dont carry her away from her lovely little porch in this tropical haven!!