My thoughts fall into the ocean
like an amber setting sun.
A heavy heart weighs me
as my careless mind betrays a love so sweet.
If I were Colonel Sanders
I would be extra crispy
with no side dishes.
Let my love be your barbeque sauce.

Sucka,
I all of sudden felt poetry coming on, so thought I'd share. Enjoy the picture of my backside. until I get a scanner, we're stuck with what I have. I did want to share with you (although I know you were there) that I stopped by Rob's and he's doing great, just like always. Good visit. We talked a lot about you...all good, of course AND he gave me another set of pics, some I've never, ever seen before!!!!!!! I'm ecstatic. Sucka, I'm in this Megadeth/Dave Mustaine kick for some reason. Good stuff. I really want to check out Warrel Dane's solo stuff. I have to get it at Mammoth. We'll check it out. Mmmmmmm.

Until then, love you more than I can expressssss.

It's colder than a well-digger's ass - whatever that means...teehee. It's -7. Our favorite.

Always my lovin' spoonful,
Hadda