Seven days with no contact and I begin to wonder if I
should start worrying. Just a little. But she's trained me well so I
suppress it, let it go. OK, I did go to the FB page for Bogota,
Columbia, fishing for a lead on a private detective service but then
I got a piece of pecan pie and forgot about it. If she gets
kidnapped and sold into Middle Eastern sex slavery, how would I know
anyway? Unless there was suddenly some new kind of major unrest over
there. She would choke them out, like a cartoon cat who swallows a
mouse whole and violently spits it back out when the mouse lights up
a big cigar inside the cat's stomach. They would spit her out.
She posts: “Back
on the grid after a little hiatus involving a truck, power lines, and
Columbia...”
I'm glad she's back in the
ether...and soon to be home with us for a few weeks. Love it.
This painting of her is something
new, I guess one of her friends did it.
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