Mungo's Missing Post

When Eddie told me that the only indication I made of a possible trip to Iowa was me mussing about the cost of such a trip that got me puzzled. I neglected to mention it in my last post or in my e-mail to Eddie, but there is something I'd like to announce.

I am a jackass.

You see, there Eddie and ST are, all peturbed and out of whack about my uncandidness with the detail surrounding my departure of AlAskA. I, in return, was upset by this peturbedness because though I had not made everything abundantly clear, I was of the mind that I had at least written one more post after the April Fool's Day post which stated my question of a transcontinental trek. Indeed, such a post was written, but has since been lost. I'm sure the error occured on this end, perhaps I did not click "Publish Post" or perhaps Double O's computer said, "No, you're not telling anyone anything through me today. I won't allow nuts on my video tape."

Infact, today, just now, as I sat down to do work on the next Solid Mud Forum at 4:24 a.m. after a bizzare trip to Leroy's, I just noticed that my post was not there at all. This realization brought forth a revelation of such grand perportions that now my solar system of friends had been realigned and I realize now why such confusion existed between ST and Eddie. The following is a recreation of what I remember ATTEMPTING to post over a month ago:

"ZZ and I have made up our minds. We're not sure where exactly we're heading or how long we'll be gone, but we're outta here. It's becoming increasingly important for the two of us to get out of the state for a while. We'll probably end up in Iowa and Minnesota, but if other adventures gather themselves into a globe of possibility on the ALCAN, we'll jump into it's glow, becoming one with it's mysterious direction. Wish us luck, we may never return to earth."

Or something like that. I remember very distinctly writing a brief paragraph to that effect. Although, I don't think I wrote anything about a globe. Maybe it was more like this:"...We'll probably end up in Iowa and Minnesota, but if a boarish creature in a sun dress comes dancing along with a billion hot lava falling from it's nostrils and invites us to the moon to bleach the craters, keeping the moon fresh and clean and white, we'll jump into her basket, becoming one with her mysterious direction. Wish us luck, we may never return to the earth."

Anyway. Perhaps that will explain things a bit more. It does for me. I have chicken fried steak burps.

Oh. If anyone reads this before I wake up later this afternoon, perhaps you can solve a dilema ZZ and I are having. It's involving money. We have $50-$100 to spend on ZZ and we're agruing over three choices of expendeture. They are as follows:1. Small tatoo
2. Dress slacks and black shoes for work
3. Hiking boots

Also, ZZ found a picture that made us laugh and laugh and laugh. You know those Santa Man pictures you can have taken with your child at the mall. You know, sit the kid on a fat pervert's lap and take a picture so you can remember the moment of your child's curruption forever? There is one of Lissy here with Julie and Santa. Normal right? The funny thing is that Lissy is sitting on Julie's lap, Julie is in Santa's chair, and the Santaman is mostly off frame beside the chair trying to poke his head in. Julie is smiling HUGE with her arms firmly around her daughter and Lissy is pouting. Everytime I see this picture now I can't help but laugh. Ho Ho Ho, Julie kicked Santa out of the picture...

Peace and Love,
Mungo