Kiefer is in Russia. And because he’s the biggest procrastinator ever, he started packing about 21 minutes before we had to leave for the airport.
Thoughtsy: Dang it, Kiefer! Why can’t work ever send you someplace I want to go? Like Greece or Italy. Obviously, your work should accommodate my travel wants.
Thoughtsy: Am I distracting you?
Thoughtsy: Good. That’ll teach you to procrastinate. First Africa, now Russia. Hot to cold. One extreme to another.
Kiefer: I can’t find my winter coat.
Thoughtsy: Don’t change the subject! ::pause:: I haven’t seen it in a couple days. Did you leave it at work?
Kiefer: Crap! Yes.
Thoughtsy: ::head shaking:: See what happens when you procrastinate? You end up in Russia freezing your tootsies off.
Then I thought of all the times Kiefer had given me his coat. And I started picturing Kiefer…in Russia…coatless and shivering…snot icicles hanging from his nose…with frostbite.
Thoughtsy: Take my heavy winter coat. You can’t even tell it’s a girl’s coat. It’s been kind of warm here anyways.
And it was warm. Except for the other day. And now I’m here in the States…coatless…and freezing my tootsies and tushie off.
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