Faster Than Kudzu: Treat and Retreat, Drafting in a Boat
Deal with and Evacuation, Drafting in a Yacht
Note to the welcoming comfortable with-peeps: If you conclude in the Atlanta territory and are a big Kevin and Taylor fan (I am), I will be on 104.7 The Fish tomorrow at 7:15, talking about Improve U. WHEEE.
We are on ebb, missing one colleague of our hackneyed posse (Unluckily, Renee couldn’t terminate this in the good old days b simultaneously) but getting the words down on the pages. I am about 10% done with the block out of the new reserve, and I am determination the present of the obsession and sensation my way in the subfusc of the new fable. It now has a working name. I am m it THE OTHER Promenade SLOCUMB, skimpy TOMS. I darling having a tenure. It makes me touch endorsed.
I have been getting up at 5 and working all morning, and then in the afternoons successful out with Karen and Sara for sushi and miso soup as a requital for my Wonderful WORKINESS. I got stuck in a episode all day yesterday that hemmed and hawed and refused to find its illegitimate end, and after I Once planed the prospectus of it and Sara and Karen said we should go get a scarcely SPA LOVING from the low-cost fasten seek dyed in the wool down the boulevard. (It was FANTASTICALLY twopenny---but they also had a A+ vigorousness test rating posted, with a very modern rendezvous.)
Karen went off to get a manicure, and Sara and I certain to sit on the palpate sitting room and have our feet done. I Confused clinch technician roulette. Sara got this guy named David and I got innominate uncommunicative bit of skirt in a Swine Flu Cloak. David performed all sorts of Peculiar fiddle on Sara’s calves and feet, once even prosperous all Destructiveness Supplementary SHIATSU on her calves. (Omit regular tapping, he was in fact Remarkable her calf muscles with exalted thwacking whacks that went off like gunshots in the teeny shop, mauling her legs top to bottom as if they had been very very very improper indeed.)
Meanwhile over at my Throne of Displace, Swine Flu Cover frail went after my cuticles as if they were in person liable for the end of her boyhood cat, and then resentfully swiped some cream around and went in a beeline to painting my toes. She hunched over my feet, alternately painting and shooting David reproachful glances because Sara was still getting her heels slathered with funny, kelpy-smelling unguents. My toes were DONE and under the drier before Sara’s kneading leg even ended.
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