#fucking loader driver needs a good whipping

I had an opportunity to do this with a fella I adore cruelly snatched away when some bonehead on the ramp managed to bump an aircraft with the loader he was driving.  That set a chain of events in motion that prevented My man being legal to fly a trip to a far off destination. I was going to rendezvous with him in that exotic snowy land.

Sigh.

There will be other chances.  But I am at a loose end now, so I am jetting off to the east coast for a bit.  Those of you wandering around the Smithsonian this weekend might spot an auburn haired woman looking at various exhibits with a slightly wistful expression in her green eyes, her ruby lips looking a trifle disconsolate.  You might wish to engage her in conversation to cheer her up.  Because if you can’t be with the one you love in Anchorage, love the one you’re with in DC…that is My motto.