Happy Fourth of July.
I’ve officially been in Krautland for five years. Yay. Can you feel my excitement?
Jeff called this morning to wish Mim and I a Happy Fourth. He asked me how I felt being in a country not celebrating my independence and all I could think about was how appropriate that question was. I really do want to move back to SF. I miss my family. I miss my dad. I miss my hair guy.
In other news, Mim flew in last night. I was so concerned in making the red room into a perfect guest room I forgot to check which airline she was flying in on. A brilliant move on my part. Didn’t even occur to me until Sparky asked which terminal as we entered the airport round-abouts. Good thing she had a cell phone.
She and I are celebrating by doing ab-so-lute-ly nothing all day. When Sparky gets home, he and I are going to a concert and that should be very nice. He got us great seats. I might just wear a mini-skirt for the guy.
Mim will skip the concert and play with the cats, watch TV and do laundry. It only takes four hours a load so she should be done by tomorrow.
Have a good one, American Expats. Remember the times when America was great. We’ve only had Bush in office for 8 years. That doesn’t erase all the good stuff. We just celebrated the Berlin Airlift and that was goddamned brilliant and awesome and really, so American.