Shh ... Mattie's sleeping
I've never had a pic of Mattie before -- he hates pictures. But he fell asleep in the recliner and I took my chance. Shh, don't tell him. And don't wake him up either. Why won't he just go to bed? Boys are silly.
The drive to Indiana wasn't bad, except there's no real direct route there so I had to use smaller, divided highways. To top that, the GPS decided I needed the extremely scenic tour of West Tennessee, so I hit the Main Street of a half-dozen small towns between Memphis and the Kentucky border. To pass the time, I listened to CNBC and the iPod, but I was glad to have a passenger to keep me awake on the way home. Mattie and I talked a lot and listened to his iPod. He has a much more eclectic selection than I do -- like Top 40 hits from the 1940s.
God, it's good to have him back. Now I don't know why I was so worried. It's the same way with Carrie -- even if it's been two years, it's like no time has passed at all. We pick up where we left off, and there's something both comforting and comfortable about that.
Right as rain.
4 Comments:
Awwww. Tell him I said hi.
Pink Palace was right
kudos to you
check back here monday
for your next poetic clue
get this one right
more about me you'll learn
but make one mistake
and your momentum will burn
Mattie has great hair.
The walls are lined
with famous peeps
the kind that act
and sing and speak
the bar is small
the music's old
the street is busy
the sauce is bold
the time is right
as the sun goes down
to visit with those
from out of town
so loosen your belt
and have a seat
this place doesn't whistle
and it's not the place to "meet".
it's more in the middle
and not downtown
just to avoid confusion
there's more than one around...
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