Dear Maxi....
I could never log in, I swear.
I am calling to report from Austin. Let me begin with my flight. I want to tell you about the hunk I sat next to on the plane. You would have loved this guy. Blue eyes, sand colored hair, southern accent, tall, and big. Just your type. The type to scoop you up in his arms and throw you around like a rag doll. I felt so petite next to him. His arms firmly took up residence on the armrest, forcing me to queeze my shoulders together a little. However, it wasn't uncomfortable. He was big in a a strong muscular way, in a sexy football player way. The warmth of his arm against mine and the lull of the plane put me in a peaceful sleep.
Anway, so the plane is landing and the pilot annouces the weather in Austin. "....crshhhh. This is the pilot. The weather in beaustiful Austin is slightly windy, 84 degrees..." I jumped and almost slapped the guy next to me! 84 degrees? I had departed earlier that morning in a parka, a scarf, and a heavy sweater. 84 degrees! This trip was going to be wonderful.
My friend is calling me to go grab a burger and do some vintage shopping. More reports later.
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LOVED your posts and comments! Sorry I expressed disappointment in you. You totally made up for it! I was totally getting all hot and bothered reading about the stud muffin you sat next to. So, do you think the guy lives in Richmond? You should have gotten his number. He sounds like a tasty piece of meat! Grrrr! I am soooo jealous of Austin weather right now. It's freezing in the office and of course I have the contraband space heater on. Have a safe trip back and I'll see you in the office tomorrow!
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