John, it’s becoming harder and harder to visualize you just away for the weekend on a “road trip”. Darn but we loved those roadtrips.
I’ve run out of shortbread cookies… Vincent is missing his stropping post. The litterbox has never been so clean. All is forgiven, come home now!
The stereo is never played too loud, guitars are getting out of tune and we miss you more each day.
Hey, John I just found a picture of the back of your head — you always thought it was one of your best features — we disagreed!