Voicemail? What's that?

Dear Friend! I just got your voicemail...like, I don't know, a week late. I'm so sorry! The phone is the devil you know, and as such, I try to avoid it most of the time. But I am so sorry I missed your call! I can't believe that a homeless man licked your face! SICK IDIOT! Ugh, but I digress...

Anyway, you should call me again, you know, the next time you have a break. And we should chat about the state of things, here in the desert and there in the trees. That would make me happy.

I miss you terribly. I'm struggling with the onset of summer and all this free time I have that clearly, should be being spent with you. I dislike the entire situation, and I'm going to have to demand that you come home at once. Goose is currently nodding in agreement.

Here's a picture for you, from dress up time in the desert land. I think maybe, I'd watched a bit too much Repo! before getting started. There's also some Dia de los Muertos in there too I think (but you can't really see my flower wreath in this photo). Who knows. I had a fun time, and really that's all that matters.




P.S. Goose was supposed to post song of the day yesterday and failed. FAILED! Please be sure and rub that in. I miss you terribly dear friend. Hope all is well. Lots of love.