Dear Santy Closet….

Dear Santa,

I’m sorry I’ve been running late the last couple of days and you haven’t gotten to wiggle your eyebrows at me and wave. I’ve missed you too.

Question, what sort of features does your Bentley have? And why isn’t it tinted more? Because you want me to see you wiggle your eyebrows? In that case, I understand.

Just wanted to put in some things on my Christmas list….

Guys hooded sweatshirts, preferably still bearing some cologne from said guy. Those are the best when they are still warm and smell good.

Anchor Blue Certificates. I heart clothes.

Rach and I need a fridge for our corner. K.. thanks.

Slippers. I love slippers.

So...... Santa, I like your eyebrows. Work out the above list, and maybe one day you’ll find me leaning on your Bentley when you leave wherever it is you go every morning at 8:10.

Rach

Happy New…. Holy Cow, it’s already December 1st??

I don’t know about y’all, but damn. I can’t believe that the year has gone by so quickly. Not only have I relocated twice, but I’ve unloaded baggage, and came out on top.

I’m flush. I’ve got everything I need and more… Bwahaha, including a brand new wardrobe from my amazingly shrinking body. Now if only I could add a couple of inches of height.

Last night, as I was celebrating Thursday, I realized that I am exactly where I should be. And I couldn’t be happier to be there.

Ps. Now you need to relocate too. Yea, I mean you….


A bit of a lyric for you from the best half hour of my day with Herbie…

"Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten"


Love you’s!

Rach