Nomad - it was a pact ------(sigh) I thought,,,,,,I thought it meant something to Abbers....but now? NOW I see that she just went off and left me to deal with the world....(insert fake crying....okay maybe not fake all the time, but still)
gcv you could have been right - Abbers on some dessert island surrounded by white sandy beaches, asure blue tidal pools, men dressed in grass skirts - (scratching, scratching, scratching) -----hmmmm.....forget the grass skirts.....Men dressed in bright white beach attire, serving us all a nice 1937 French Wine - or a Mojito with a stick of fruit.....while we are swinging back and forth in our native made hammock.....wind blowing through our tresses....and Raoul peeling us a grape.
(okay Abbers - NOW when you take the drugs you can think about the island)