I’m on a weekend-long date with The Redhead, who came up from Boston on Friday night. She’s great company, makes a mean guacamole, enjoyed last night’s GTABloggers get-together, and is one helluva cute giggle-machine.
Says The Redhead: “I like Canada.”
Thus far, I have not had to punch out anyone in a bar or console lovesick Glaswegians, nor has she collapsed screaming into the fetal position, demanding that I speak in verse. But there’s still a lot of weekend left…
While she’s here, we’ve given each other posting privileges on each other’s blogs.
I’ll give you folks a moment to retch.
Back? Good. Anyway, expect some posts from her here, and some from me on The Redhead Wore Crimson.
My friends in my old home town, Toronto, won’t find Tampa’s current temperatures cold, but…
Clearly, I missed out by not watching the director’s cut of Jerry Maguire! But seriously —…
One of the guys — and I do mean guys — who’s bound and determined…