I wasn't back in the states more than 20 minutes before I was asking myself why I left in the first place. Oh yeah, fell in love with a boy. Man, I sure do love it here. I haven't even travelled across the bridge to Seattle proper yet. Been spending most of my time in the Woodinville - Bothell - Kirkland area. So gorgeous. All the evergreens mixed with fall foliage.
The one thing that would make it perfect is for a certain boy to be down here with me. And the kittens.
Going here helped.
I decided that the best way I could help my cousin Kirsten through this horrible time was to ease her spirit a bit. And make sure she has baby soft skin. So I am taking her to the naked lady spa on Tuesday. Where she has permission to cry all she wants to while she soaks in a hot pool for 45 minutes before someone spends another 45 minutes scrubbing the sadness and death off her. Even the sadness hiding in her butt crack. I don't know, maybe that's not what most people would do for a grieving widow. But it sounded appropriate to me.
Ok, yes, I get to go as well. But I might have some sadness hiding in my butt crack too.
Most places along the I-5 (no matter in what state) are some of my favorites. :)
Wouldn't everything be better if we had Target? Wouldn't it?
Good luck with your sad cracks.
Enjoy it for me, too - my brother lives in Issaquah, and I had to miss my trip up there this year. I feel deprived, no Pike Place, and no Powell's Bookstore on the way back home. I'll share my french bread and soprasetta with my whine, BTW.
Sorry to hear about the death in the family. :(
I hope they find and scrub away the sadness in both your butt cracks.
Did they not let you back in?