A week into my two week stay-cation (a stay at home
vacation), Mr. ICU is ready to send BarbieandherBike back to work. We have not strangled each other, though we
have gotten close a couple times, or taken the plunge to the JP’s office. I am
happy to report that our passports have arrived and Mexico-
To keep me busy, I have a make shift office, which consists
of an iron board as a desk; and a yoga dojo/spin room that has been my
retreat. If it was not for the constant
house shacking trembles, I would definitely feel a bit more relaxed.
So I am in warrior pose…
breathing …
and there is a loud BOOM.
The ground vibrates and the windows sway back and
forth. I stand and wait for the floor to
drop beneath me. I look up and expect the ceiling to crack and swallow me into
the soon to be collapsed house. I think
how will I ever peel myself out of warrior pose with bent legs and twisted arms. Roxy and I quickly scramble for each other
and I decide it must be all the frickin’ fracking going on.
Later, I find out that it is fighter pilots flying test
flights and breaking the sound barrier. This can not be good. Does the government know what is going on
down here? Do I need to call someone to
get some quite around here? Or/ at least
get the house to stop shacking like a quake hit?
On second thought, maybe it is Mr. ICU trying
to show me that he can really rock my world.
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