Sweetie Pie?

[horseboykarl]

I get back to the hotel, having passed on the beer drinking for tonight, I need some sleep. I flip my laptop open and check my mail, wondering why Sean and I didn’t arrange to do some chats. Then I snort. Right. Probably fry everything from here to Wellie. Surprised we didn’t short out the cell towers as it is.

An e-card? I click the link and . . . it’s pink. I laugh out loud.

And Viggo conveniently left his email addy. I think for minute, and then type:

“You’re making me pie? Does that mean you’re the wife? Mmm, I love pie.

I saw the poem on the card I sent and assumed it was one of yours. Don’t know why you’re carrying on. LOL.

If you think you can take me you want to get together when you get back bring it on give me a ring.

Kisses from the Kiwi sweetie.”

I click “send” and I’m still chuckling as I get in bed.