Wednesday, January 13, 2010

10% return guaranteed.

My Little Brother, (not so little, he is 42,) stopped by for a visit last night. I am still recovering. We are so related, it isn't funny.







We laughed, we drank, (I am so off the wagon,) we danced, we put makeup on the dog. We came up with band names. Tits and Indifference is the only one I remember.

I have been feeling so freaking' low, and seeing him, at this moment, was wonderful. There are things that only family and very old friends can know and share and relate to, and it did me so good to be with him and talk about certain issues.

Sweetie and I really need to just get away from Lovely LA, (forever,) and so that is my goal. I hear that Laguna Beach is nice.

And by the way, Little Brother turned me onto Pandora Radio. Nice.

6 comments:

Lady Euphoria Deathwatch said...

Hi Fuzzarelly,

The wagon is waiting for you when you want to get back on.

I'll sit and wait on it for you to come back.

I may not be family, but sometimes friends have the better perspective.

When you'er ready.

Hugs, Euphoria

Mouse said...

Sounds like an interesting visit to say the least! I think the band name is hysterical.. my husband and I love to come up with silly stuff like that...
(also, I may have used natural dye and painted a house pet.... )

Knitting Linguist said...

It's sounds like a really good visit. And Laguna Beach is nice. A very different LA to the one you're in...

Helena Handbag said...

Poor baby Fugsley having to put up with drunk humans using a dog as a canvas. You goofballs. Poor baby Fugsley.

Shay said...

I think Tits and Indifference is a fabulous band name.

Valerie said...

Laguna Beach is great -- right around the corner from me -- but hey, any escape from small-town hell is good (I am biased, having escaped myself long ago).

Band name = hilarious...

(But I'll hang out on the wagon for your rejoin. You will want us here.)