won’t say what it is
but something is on the wind
I hope it don’t stink
Sorry to be cryptic, but I don’t want to jinx anything. My lips are sealed about what’s going on right now. Suffice it to say, though, no matter what happens I’ll be hollering. Hollering from joy or hollering from angst, I don’t know yet.
Until then, I’m off to bounce off the walls and freak out a little bit. Then I’m going to cook pork chops for dinner and have a margarita. Oh wait, we’re out of tequila. Damn. I’m going to cook pork chops and have a Coke, then.