Story time. January 24, 2008 ~ 12:40 pm
Posted by Julie in : Story Time , trackbackLet me tell you a sad story. There was a woman who lived in Brooklyn, where it was cold. And dark. And generally winter-like. And she got to go to Florida where her boyfriend was, and where the place she stayed had a heated pool and tiny lizards and lots of beer and fun people to hang out with. And she totally lost track of the days and chilled and even got to wear shorts a few days without being cold. She didn’t even mind the day they took her to play golf because she was so relaxed and having so much fun. And on the day she had to fly back to Brooklyn, they made it to the beach and it was 76* and there had been a storm the night before so the picture-taking was grand and she even saw a sea urchin and found some sand dollars. And she was blissfully happy. And then she had to catch a flight back home and when she got back to Brooklyn she had to put her shorts away and dig out her parka and go back to work. It sucked. And her boyfriend still got to be in Florida for another week. And Heath Ledger was dead. The end.
Pictures to come tomorrow, when I have more successfully dealt with my re-entry.
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Crashing headlong into reality sucks. But I’m looking forward to your pictures.
That would be a really sad story except for the part about relaxing in the sun.
That part sucked for those of us not there.
Welcome back, I think.
Welcome *teeth chattering in 7* temps* home.
Nanner~That’s exactly what I’m going through. Except it was 27* last night, so you’re worse off than me.
Vince~There was no sun. Who told you there was sun? Okay, I take that back, there were brief moments of sun. But it was mostly overcast.
Grace~Coming up!
I hate stories that don’t have happy endings.
Does this have a happy ending in the next chapter?
It is never ever ever ever ever a good time to come back from a warmer climes vacay. I bet even your knees are a little bit sunkissed. Sniff.