Okay, Away We Go. Only Thing We Have On Is The Radio.

When I'm not sure how to word my thoughts, I steal other's. This morning, I'd say that Rihanna is speaking my mind best.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0CGsw6h60k&ob=av2e

"Baby, you got me.
And ain't nowhere that I'd be
Than with your arms around me.
Back and forth you rock me."

What Rihanna hasn't said for me, Fred Astaire did in The Gay Divorcee, "Chance is the fool's name for fate."  I might be a fool, but it's not the only four-letter "f" word that I believe in today. I don't know who's driving this car, but I think it's headed in the right direction with a goofy 20-something covered in bug bites and her favorite curly-haired distraction snuggled up in the backseat. Ready to take this ride.  Hoping it'll be a lengthy two-passenger haul, kids.

I'll proceed cautiously with the thought in mind that much more cheesiness will drown this macaroni, but my morning is passing by in a haze and I can't keep from haunting some one else with my tween-inspired sensibilities. Foremost, rolling out of the covers was extraordinarily difficult knowing that I had to leave my comfy bed and nighttime company just to go type some customer words into a computer screen. Money makes the world go 'round, but I like it better when he makes it stop.

-rawr