HE WROTE: Packing?

Geez, we have to pack?

And who is Les Miz? Sounds like a hot chic.

First off, Hannah, although she is a Long-Hair German Shephard and looks big and ferocious would more likely lick you to death than go for the throat. She smiles all the time and ambles along. And she is in good hands here with my partner Debbie so I have no worries on that front. She's big into napping. She sleeps all night, wakes up, goes outside, comes back in, then hops on the bed for her early morning naps. Then there's her late morning nap. You get the picture.

A boat sank out in the Intracoastal right off the dock here yesterday so that wasn't something you see everyday. Apparently too many tourists went to one side of the boat on the top deck to look at the dolphin and oops. All ended well, but it was interesting while it lasted. Hannah, who we found out is bred to rescue people in avalanches was ready to go swim out and rescue people but the Coast Guard was on hand along with numerous other boats so I held her back. The news report this morning said there were many coolers floating in the water afterward. You get the picture.

Shoes. Well, I was planning on bringing one pair. The pair I was wearing. But since Jenny (sp?) devoted a large portion of her blog to the shoe issue, I'm going to break down and pack my second pair, the black pair, while I wear the brownish pair. Which, damn it, means I now have to pack the black belt. Things are getting complicated.

Jenny only has a week before she goes home, but I have two weeks. So I must pack accordingly. Maybe four shirts. When we'd deploy for thirty days we'd take one extra pair of trousers in case the pair we were wearing got ripped. That was it. You want to talk about getting a bit funky. Not that you noticed after you were out there a couple of days. Don't worry, I'll shower and stuff during the tour. I think they're putting us up in hotels.

On the drive from NYC to Boston on Wednesday I'm going to take Jenny (sp?) on the scenic route. Up the East River (where her body will not be deposited). Into da Bronx where I will show her the log cabin I grew up in. Then the boids and toitles in the Bronx Zoo. Then across the Bronx and up the Hudson since some day when her ship comes in she wants to move near the city to be closer to Mollie and she wants to live on the water. From there we'll play it be ear. Maybe check out West Point. Maybe not since that place gives me the willies. Shoot across CT toward Boston.

Back to packing. The question is: food or bullets? Wait. Book tour. Ok. All clothes. Yeah, pretty much everything Mollie bought me. My copy of Fast Women which I finished on the way back from San Diego because Jenny (sp?) is thinking of writing a sequel. Uh, I don't have the DVD of Double Indemnity because I rented it. but I'm sure we can buy it in NYC. You can buy anything in NYC.

On a more serious note, this is pretty cool. I know Jenny (sp?) is the jaded veteran, but on a certain level this is new for her too. DON'T LOOK DOWN, our Romantic Adventure, She Wrote/He Wrote, Crusie/Mayer (just practicing, folks), is a new venture for both of us. We have no idea what's going to happen in the next month. There's been some hell to pay in the collaboration the past couple of weeks, about 99.8% of it coming from my end, but tomorrow is something completely new.

So. I wish I could think of something profound to say. But basically it's green light time and: GO.