Giddy-Yap, Yap, Yap
"Would you guys like to go on a horseback riding trip with me?"
"Sure. If you want me too," says Nuclear 3
"No," says Nuclear 2.
"You don't want to go away for a long weekend and hang out at a ranch?"
"Where's it going to be?" asks Nuclear 2.
On the back of a horse, that's where it is going to be. "In California."
"Ok, then. I will go."
I dropped the clipping in the manilla folder reserved for things I want to do that will never happen because a less than lukewarm response to my proposal sucked all the joy out of my soul. I have the manilla folders organized by the week.
"Sure. If you want me too," says Nuclear 3
"No," says Nuclear 2.
"You don't want to go away for a long weekend and hang out at a ranch?"
"Where's it going to be?" asks Nuclear 2.
On the back of a horse, that's where it is going to be. "In California."
"Ok, then. I will go."
I dropped the clipping in the manilla folder reserved for things I want to do that will never happen because a less than lukewarm response to my proposal sucked all the joy out of my soul. I have the manilla folders organized by the week.
posted by Cate at 1:19 fm
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While cleaning out a filing cabinet the other day, I came across a folder labeled simply Vacations, which ended up being filled with clippings and brochures from places that I guess I'd once thought I might visit with my now ex-wife.
"Yea, right," I said, dumping it into the trash.
I am thinking of planning them for just me and calling them conferences. But I guess that becomes one of those slippery slopes.
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