August 4th, 2005

margaritas, sunsets and mexico

So the day? Not so good. The night? Better.

I am participating in a favorite therapeutic pastime.. no, not that. Let it go.

I am curled up on my big chair (you two know which one), with one cat curled at my side and one at my head, listening to the lovely voice of Josh Kelley, happily catching up on rss blog postings from the past two days.

This was, of course, after the venting of the frustration during the long ride home from the main office. The poor coworker, she got an earful.. as did her brother, actually, who called whilst I was yelling and she was attempting to sleep. No worries—I took the phone and proceeded to vent to him as well. (This was vent number four, as I had vented to the guest, my sister and the blog… yikes!)

Due to recent events (all of our jobs suck and some recent breakups), we are all now moving to Mexico to live on the beach and sell mangos. Feel free to send money and presents… we will be poor, but happy.

Oh, and feel free to join us.

To get there: head South. Once you cross the border, head West. There you will find a beach, with white sand the consistency of powder. Look to your left. See the colorful hammock swaying in the breeze? The little huts with wrap-around porches? The outdoor grill and the surfboard? That is where you will find us. We will be sipping on margaritas, while listening to the guest noodle on the guitar and watching the sun set over the Pacific.

By Invitation Only…