and by everyone, I mean MY everyone’s. When she called, I was in the middle of a client’s color and just let it go to voicemail. When she called again, in as many minutes, I knew something was up and answered.
Don’t worry, I found Chrome, we’re both fine, but don’t really know what happened yet. Kizz’s voice always sounds like home and a porch somewhere and I was immediatly at ease and freaked out because my girls were ok, but WHY would they NOT BE?????
Just an old pipe. No terrorist activity. Apparently the Universe doesn’t so much give a shit if it’s some guy in a robe who hates us or some pipe that hasn’t burst since 1929 or some such. One woman died of a heart attack. The details are all over morning television. MyboyfriendMattLauer is at the scene right this very minute.
Thank GOD, THANK YOU!!! that my people are ok.
Someday we’re going to get that commune up and running. You’ll recognize it by the ginormous porch and the wine fridge/beer cooler/margarita machine sitting right in the smack dab middle of it. Rocking chair anyone?