That little note on TB's skype was meant for me...
On a trip to the other side of the island (half moon bay) some woman asked us if we were italian and then tried to weasle money out of us... it was supposed to be some reference to a private beach we found...
ha
... embarrassed
moving on
so we ended up talking for awhile and though I didn't bring up any valid points like "i miss you" or "i'm miserable without you," I bought some time, caught up on his life, he caught up on mine, and I'm a much happier camper.
:)
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Happy am good.
GH am tired.
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