Not really. I mean, not that I’m morally or aesthetically opposed to lighthouse keepers. I’ve never met a lighthouse keeper I didn’t like. In other news, I’ve never met a lighthouse keeper. I have been to a light house though. I mean, I’m from North Carolina. The outer banks are practically dripping with those things.
Also? Technically I’m already married. North Carolina is NOT dripping with sister wives. Wait. Brother husbands? I’ve never really asked Rocco if he wants to marry a light keeper. Note to self: get on that. The question, I mean. Not necessarily get on Rocco. Look where THAT got me.
What? Oh yes. I AM having trouble sleeping again. How could you tell?
Pardon me Interwebz, for one brief moment, while I have a little intimate convo with Eric:
Hi Pookie. I know we’d talked about doing this as a duet once upon a time, but I did it without you. I suck. But I sort of didn’t have time to practice or learn anything new this week. So I’m hoping you’ll forgive me. I’ll make it up to you when we finally figure out how to record duets and we NAIL that Leather and Lace (click that – it’s awesome) thing. Besides, you’re way foxier than Stevie Nicks, anyday.
Oh! I’m sans internet next week so until I find some wifi cafe somewhere in my new hood (assuming all that happens on Monday like it’s supposed to) you’ll just have to satiate yourself with the beautiful and brilliant writers on my blogroll over there to the right. Go visit them all. They rock. Hard. In your face. And stuff.