13 hours ago
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I have been out of touch because I was kidnapped by a restaurant owner in Montana. The tourist business is just starting and said owner was over worked. He gave me my chain gang uniform and sent me into the pit. My feet flew and my pulse raced as I rushed to keep the dishes bussed, the water glasses full and the paper napkin rings off the floor. I sneaked away this afternoon and rushed to my computer to send an SOS. Please send sweatshirts, Montana is cold. I need an umbrella. It has been raining and raining. A masseuse would be nice, every bone aches. I have to make this quick, dinner starts in an hour and I will be A.W.O.L. The punishment makes me shudder just to think about it. I will keep you up to date on my Montana adventures whenever the slave driver gives me a few minutes off.