Houston, we are in Texas
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Quick report from home. I'm not going to spell check this; Apollo 13 is on a commercial break and the boys are trying to get home. I just took the garbage out. 2 of the 4 garbage cans in the back were sideways, on the ground...they fell or were pushed over the side of the parking area onto the rock-filled "yard". I opened up one of the standing, functional cans and landed my Hefty onto some sort of American Flag. I couldn't tell if it was a real flag or some sort of party favor. I just know that it was in the garbage and my garbage is now on top of it. What?, you want me to pick it out, make it right?
Real quick, the boys missed the moon. They just want to come home.
xo,
Mike







1 Comments:
and when this astronaut finally comes home he gets stuck in the airport (what) because of some immigrations mix-up...
and then he goes to FAO Schwartz and plays "chopsticks" on this giant piano...
and then he signs this band called "The Oneders" to his label play-tone records...
and then he meets up with some gal he met online...
but on his way back his plane crashes and he's stranded on some island.
the end.
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