HalfNakedRobin arrived today from North Carolina. She's visiting for a week. Of course to get here she had to get up at 2:30 a.m. this morning EST in order to ensure that she would be at the airport in time to board Greyhound of the Skies (as she likes to call it) and start puddle jumping her way across America toward snowy Utah.
She called me when she arrived in Denver and was so enamored with the Denver Airport that I was unsure whether or not she'd actually get back on the plane to continue with her trip to Utah. She actually was shopping at the Denver airport and contemplating buying tourist souvenirs but then reminded herself that you really should only purchase those if you've actually visited the city of Denver, not just the airport!
She arrived here ready to chew her own arm off. In her words, she was critically hungry. A crisis situation. We had to drive directly to Whole Foods as fast as the car could possibly go. I'm not even sure that was quite fast enough.
Once fed, she was in much better spirits (this has always been the case with HalfNakedRobin and is something for all future paramours to keep well in mind). Her sense of time is all screwed up though and she has no idea what time it is or even what day it is. Should I be worried?
She is currently resting on the couch. She just called out and asked me to please put the kettle on for her. Before I could even ask her what kind of tea she would like she informed me that she brought her own tea with her. I could find it in her purse.
Her own tea. With her. From North Carolina.
I own an organic tea company. OWN. But HalfNakedRobin brings her own tea to visit me. It's a good thing I really love her or I would be terribly offended.
