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[threeplusfire]

We had a beautiful time at the Little House, helping Cate clear space in the garage, watching The Big Liebowski and Baran, eating Dairy Queen, sitting in the hot tub and drinking extremely tart French wine, staring up at the Milky Way, petting the cats, falling asleep in total darkness, breakfast at the little cafe across the room from an entire family wearing cowboy hats, driving around the lake, watching the most incredibly awful Rob Lowe flick Illegally Yours and Cameron Crowe's crack-ass remix of Vanilla Sky, more petting of cats and dogs, strawberry juice, and utter happiness.

It took us nearly two hours to get home because of various traffic jams, including an accident in which I could only recognize the silver car as a BMW because the hood of the trunk was still intact. It looked like the car had been scraped across the pavement until it was shredded like cheese.

Alan, bless his zen soul, his cooking dinner for us and steaming genuine spinach. He slept in the passenger seat while I sang with Bob Dylan, and we're home, in our home.

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[tinywarrior.livejournal.com]

It was great having ya'll out here. We'll definitely have to do it several times more before I leave this place. Sorry to hear about the traffic, even more sorry to hear the reason for the delay. : ( Wrecks are horrible.

I'll talk to you sometime this week. Oh, and tell Alan I'm so proud to hear that he's cooking the real thing and not from a can. Hee!

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Oh indeed. Much Little House goodness in our future. And Alan says he would like to make out with you. ;)

[tinywarrior.livejournal.com]

Ha! Well, tell him he'll have to wait in line with Jimmy Dale Gilmore. ; )

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I'm dying of laughter.