Brown eyed girl. Yeah, really, she is brown eyed. Our story is one for the records books. It has more to do with fact than ego.
She puts up with my drunken ass. Why? Maybe it is because she KNOWS I love her. A give and take kind of thing. Maybe it is the weekly flowers.
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Aww, how sweet. I bet you sing that song to her so often she's sick of it.
Looks like an airport terminal; how's the relocation going?
Hey Austin - haha, I don't sing that much and she probably doesn't even know I sing that song to myself when I look into those big brown eyes. But I have no doubt that she gets sick of my antics!
The relocation is going pretty well. We finally settled on a home out here on the West Coast and wife will be coming out in a couple of weeks. She's here for the weekend and she brought my little homie (dog) to stay with me.
How is life in your world?
Jeremy
Eh, not bad. Gorgeous weather today; slept in, and now trying to decide what I want to do.
Also looking to move, though I'm not aiming at any major relocation; I work near Pasadena now, so just thinking about shifting the 30-40 miles that way. I'll probably start looking this coming week.
So you're on the left coast now, huh? What general area? I've driven as far as Portland, OR before (from L.A.) on random trips; maybe we could get that coffee sometime that you used to talk about :)
Dude, you are moving?
Wow, when you make a life change, you don't go small, do ya?!
So what are you gonna be doing out there? How does the wife feel about it? How's everything else?
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