"Do you live under the snow?"
"No. Just because it's cold doesn't mean there necessarily a lot of snow."
"How cold does it get?"
"In my hometown it can get as cold as minus 40 degrees."
"But, then. . . how do you get water!?"
The 7 a.m. drive from the airport to Chloe's house was a funny one to say the least.
I'm alive and well in Sydney, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. (Bushy-tailed indeed, a product of the humidity.)
And now, my time at the Internet cafe is up.
hmmm....what to say, what to say....
ReplyDeletemy only advice would have to be,
"from this point on, don't close either your eyes or your mind until you've boarded your return flight".
and as for anything else i hafta say, i think you know me well enough to be able to fill in the blanks....
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_______ ___ __ __________ ____?
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be safe, and have a wicked, WICKED time jess....but i won't tell you you'll be missed, i don't wanna inflate your ego any more cause it might burst at this point....
:)
(i suck at lying. you're missed already.)