Missing

Yes, I am still trying to write my goddamn Thanksgiving post from last year. It's just so hard to explain and I'm trying to make it stand-alone so that you wouldn't have had to have been here with me for the last year and a half to understand what I'm going on about.

For now, it's about T3. And it's going to be long. And so, I'm still going through IM conversations and piecing anecdotes together.

And this one.... made my heart squeeze in with the ache of missing his smart ass.

10/9/2004 8:10:10 PM
timmy --...and you'll be down under before too long
Jen-- true. maybe sooner than I'd originally planned. ss long as you know I'm coming to visit. you could put me to work. make me earn my supper.
timmy -- no worries tiger. we'll have you butchering sheep and skinning roos in no time. unless you just wanna play with the little lambies.....
Jen. -- shh. you're nasty. we had dinner with my mom and she ate lamb in honor of Matt, it's not bad but that's the first time I ever had it. you never know, I might start running them down and killing them with my bare hands.
timmy -- yeah - I actually ordered it the other night here. first time in a while for me too
Jen. -- it must be strange, lamb in canada - I think most of ours is imported from New Zealand.
timmy -- probably - it tasted 'abused'..........