The Continental Divide

8 thoughts on “The Continental Divide”

  1. In our quest for weiners, you didn’t spot Anthony Weiner by any chance, did you?
    I am also fascinated with the fact that you and Oatie peed on the continental divide!! That is hilarious! I love reading your adventures.

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  2. Ah, the feeling of not wanting to go back is familiar. At least you get to go back with someone who seems like a lovely youthful companion/part hippie.

    I love the humor here.

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  3. makes me want to leave the sanctuary of my summer island, jump in the car with my own youthful companion (daughter, not pool boy) and head west to anywhere.

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  4. i would not in fact assume that a youthful companion would remain in a far corner of a king size bed, as my youthful companion is two feet shorter than yours and already quite adept at commandeering the king so there is not a single unoccupied adult-sized space remaining. horrors to think how large and sprawling he’ll be at her age if he keeps growing like this! but won’t i be happy to have him sprawling anywhere near me, dreading the day i don’t have to worry about having my own space.

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  5. Oreo: same here.
    Hope and Gabrielle and Joe and Kris and Diane: thanks! My youthful companion and I do not want to come home.
    Jonathan: wow – so good to hear from you! Maybe I’ll see you at reunion next year.

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