I love that. About the underwear.
I love that the same moon that shines over Owen and Gibson and all of ya'll, is shining over all of us way out here!
Love how Lily summed it up!
Damn, I wish I was there. But I am in Lloyd and all is well here. (I figured this was the best way to let you know without waking you.) I am eating all your tuna.
Gibson is right! Sweet Jo
LOL at Mr. Downtown. And now I'm adding tuna to the grocery list :)
Nice! Glad that you are on the beach with that moon.
All the poems. Somewhere there's one about the moon being a ball, it rings a bell. Gibson is an infant poet.
M O O N, that spells moon.
Hahahahha. I'm tempted to lie and say I'm not wearing any underwear as I read this.
Tell me, sweeties. Tell me what you think.