I am a Norwegian girl. In winter it’s so cold my g-ma had to walk 20 miles to school everyday. Sometimes I feel every step. On those days, I wish I could be bohemian.
The elite special forces failed to appear in my version of Podcast 10. Were they camoflauged? Or was the waiter himself an undercover ranger, sweeping mines set to detonate should your frustration with the stranger raise to levels of catastrophic consequence?
Great bit of stuff! If stuff was lit, you’d be full of it.
Great. Still living out of suitcases in the Quality Inn, although after five or six weeks quality quickly redefines itself. We should hopefullly be in our new home by the end of this month! Great lakeside retreat. I’ll send you an invite for the first dinner party. The man who we are buying the house from is a Hollywood screenwriter (did the screenplay for Birdy, which was a Cannes winner.) So the guest list is already looking promising for the after-dinner fireside chat. Let the libations loose. Of course, I’ll have some Heinekin on hand as well!
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I am a Norwegian girl. In winter it’s so cold my g-ma had to walk 20 miles to school everyday. Sometimes I feel every step. On those days, I wish I could be bohemian.
JN, I think you are a bohemian.
I don’t have the guts to be.
What is bohemian?
“…a person who has informal or unconventional social habits, esp. an artist or writer…”
Uh, maybe I do fit there. Except I have a real job.
What is a real job?
20 questions. I get it.
And thanks for the correction. This is my real job…
There are so many questions but they are all in my own head. Wishing for answers but my story is incomplete. Only I can finish my story.
The elite special forces failed to appear in my version of Podcast 10. Were they camoflauged? Or was the waiter himself an undercover ranger, sweeping mines set to detonate should your frustration with the stranger raise to levels of catastrophic consequence?
Great bit of stuff! If stuff was lit, you’d be full of it.
Tom
Tom-O,
Yeah, it was the waiter (actually it was the reference to The Unit, but I like your story better).
How’d the move go?
Great. Still living out of suitcases in the Quality Inn, although after five or six weeks quality quickly redefines itself. We should hopefullly be in our new home by the end of this month! Great lakeside retreat. I’ll send you an invite for the first dinner party. The man who we are buying the house from is a Hollywood screenwriter (did the screenplay for Birdy, which was a Cannes winner.) So the guest list is already looking promising for the after-dinner fireside chat. Let the libations loose. Of course, I’ll have some Heinekin on hand as well!