

This weekend Lesa and I will discuss all things pertaining to her wedding. My only hope is I can steer her away from the bridesmaid dress she's chosen. She's very stubborn so wish me luck.



I've really needed this old friend of mine to work her magic in my soul this last while. And she couldn't have picked a better time to sail my way. Lesa is the most intuitive woman I will ever know. Our friendship has been a sort of emotional romance from the beginning. I've retrieved a few of our favorite songs that we loved and memorized before we were even teenagers to embellish a wee blog about my best friend.





Tommy and I off to the mall in my Dad's 1987 Bonneville. It's one deluxe mac-daddy of a spiff-mobile with all the bells and whistles you can think of. Pimped out with cranberry rugs, seats, dashboard, and steering wheel, all the old-timers in town can't keep their eyes off of it. Tonite I'll be cruis'n with Lesa ...






