Hi y'all. Yes, I will get to the story of Jamaica.... It's just that I'm still brewing over my loathing of American Airlines right now. I've been thinking bad thoughts for too long now and I'm really trying to think good things for a change. I've spent the last week conspiring how to get even with American Airlines. And now it's time - I have to get on with my life; I've brewed long enough.... I can't stay mad forever! But, I will, I will tell you about it.
It's just that I'm running low on valium right now and don't want to bring it up again until I have a fresh supply.
Now y'all do know I'm kidding. Right? About the valium thing....
I will say this for now - we did make it to Jamaica in time for my cute cousin's wedding. And she wasn't cute at all.... She was stunningly gorgeous! We had a wonderful time and the weather, the scenery, the food, the company, everything was great. Just way too short since Jamaica was only a layover for us. I will tell more later.. I will.
In the meantime, I have to tell you the story of Tink.
This is Tink. Tink lives by a tank. Tink has siblings that also tinker near the tank.
A toilet tank that is... In an upscale neighborhood in Austin.
Tink and his siblings have taken over the guest bathroom at Lisa's house. Y'all know Lisa. I talk about her all the time - my friend since the 3rd grade.
Lisa is a volunteer for the Wildlife Rescue and she gets to babysit all kinds of precious little babies all the time. Before Tink and his siblings arrived, she had a whole family of baby possums. Okay, okay... I'm sure I spelled it wrong: opossum. But who in the world ever calls them O-possums??? Why is that O there anyway?
Now see if you can figure out what this picture is:
Can you tell?
Do you give up?
It's Tink crawling up his mom's leg. He's just realized that Lisa's in the room. He's saying: "Where's my bottle? Where's my bottle?"