I am home from Kentucky on a Friday.
My brother Jaime is visiting from California on the coldest weekend of the year. Come on in!
Yeah, it's cold. So cold that I could not start the truck to go to the store. So I started up Gilera and took her. There is just a light powder on the ground and some slushy salt (sorry Gilera, I will wash that off as soon as I can!). My neighbor saw me coming home down the alley and told me that now I am certifiable. Did I need proof?
I am starting a conversation with sleepy hollow debbie. You never know. I just thought that I would say something other than motorcycle. This blog is entitled "or your embrace" but that is the one thing that I avoid talking about the most. What if I actually went there? What if I chopped up some onion and smashed some garlic and roasted that and then put that under some cheese on a corn tortilla quesadilla? That would be supper.
brilliant.
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