Whew. It’s sure a good thing that I hopped on that supersonic jet this morning when I got off work. Otherwise I’d still be in Oakland for Pride weekend in the Bay Area, and we all know how AWFUL that can be. Dreadful. All those proud people. Humph. We sniff.
Well, shoot. (I did however, answer my wonder-some phone while in front of Trader Joe’s last night, and talked to all three of my gorgeous ladies. All in the same country! Who would have ever thought?)
Where’s that plane ticket? I know I left it lying around here somewhere.
Good thing I still got my Pride.
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