The 24-hour vaca with Leah was "prims" (not sure how it's spelled but it's pronounced "preems," kiwi for "primo," a level above "sweet-as," pronounced "sweetass"). We got in our 80s Nissan pickup truck and beachbabed it out big time in a teeny tiny town with giant hills and a perfect beach. The B&B was super "flash" (translation: posh) and we slept in a huge, comfy bed with a big curtain around it, and a view of the sea through our glass doors.
Us 2 happy farm girls are gonna spend this xmas eve night back at the BLOOB compound watching the stars, and thinking of our special peeps back Stateside. Though I did quit Christmas a few years back, I do appreciate it as a time when everyone gets together with their crew (my hometown crew got - presumably - wasted and made me a "Merry Christmas, Kathy" video! wow, I am feeling so much love!) and want to say y'all are at the party in my heart. Awwwww. Cheers and beers (and whatever else you need to make it through the holidaze) to you from N-Zed!
p.s. Fiending for a reason to click? Here's some b-side pixxx
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