Tuesday, 31 January 2006

Ok! My underwear may not be going to Japan after all now, but they will be going to Santa Barbara, CA. I think.... Santa something or other. (NO, not Clause, ha ha!) Somehow it's not the same.

I can't believe that I'm living vicariously through my underwear. I am actually disappointed they aren't travelling to Japan. How sad is that! [sigh] Maybe I should send a t-shirt instead. Then I can get patches or pins for it.

If I were to send a t-shirt (I don't dare say underwear) to your house...what would you write on it for Me? Tell me, I'll write it for you and I can be pathetic another way! If you want to send a picture, I'll get some of that there high falootin' printer paper that I can iron on the shirt with the very special photo you send. Or maybe not depending on what it is.

S.

6 comments:

Deb said...

Glad to see you're okay. I was afraid your crew had found you and was forcing you to eat hagas again. LOL. Your undies are lucky, they get to go to California. Mine only made it to the end of the drive with the dog.

Sure, I'll send a pic if you want it. Do you want the chicken one?

Kurt said...

I can't believe I'm living vicariously through your underwear.

GoofyJ said...

I'd just leave it outside a bit and you could say that "this shirt has been washed in honest to goodnes real and genuine Oregon rain!"

Sad for you undies . . . lol (I can't believe I feeling sypathetic to a pair of undies hee hee hee)

fourth_fret said...

i don't know if this is sad, or twisted brilliance, but it seems your unmentionables are gaining a fan base. LOL

Mr. Incredulous said...

(in BOLD print)
"I WENT ALL THE WAY TO PENNSYLVANIA AND ALL I GOT... Oh, wait. I AM a T-shirt. CRAP!"

Perpetual Chocoholic said...

Thanks Deb! I want it.