So, here is my plan:
Im running away to Mexico.
Im going to fall in love.
Barracuda will be the song I walk down the aisle to.
I will dance under palm trees and drink mojitos while my husband strums along in his hammock.
We'll live in a grass hut and the backyard will be nothing but sand and water.
My kids will fly kites and become musicians.
I will then die. Old. happy. And fulfilled.
At my funeral I will be launched into the sky by a million fire works and blown up amongst the stars.
But in the meantime, I'm just going to continue to do what I'm doing. Being Sweet. Enjoying my friends. Enjoying life.
Afterall, It's these moments that get us to that place.
freckles and peppermint
the smell of wet dirt and big sunglasses
smoking and leisurely drives
expensive toilet paper and spandex/cotton blends
dancing and pickles
the British and Pilsner
Endless.
Mood stimulators and sing alongs.
Peter Pan, Almost Famous, Thelma and Louise
I've reduced my television interests to box-sets and paid programming.
I like to read the newspaper with my coffee in the morning.
Friends.