I mentioned the other day that I might get nauseated. The context was, if I eat Hot Fries, then I will feel sick. Fact.
Still, I used the word nauseated and thus inspired the is she pregnant commentary. I am not, although I told everyone I was last week so I wouldn’t have to carry guitars. No one believed me. Skeptics.
Anyways, I’m not. Don’t ever plan to be again, in fact. I plan to adopt babies. Babies and babies and babies. I haven’t figured out how to take them on the road yet, however.
But maybe you are saying, “Hey! What about Jenny and Hank Jr?” If so, I am sorry. To both of my story-fans. The thing is, I have to be in a certain mind to write Jenny stuff and I’m not in that mindset out here. So there you go.
Today we are in Salt Lake City, Utah. I have yet to see a vanfull of wives. Tomorrow we drive 45 minutes or so to Park City, where we will be all weekend. It is beautiful and very, very cold. (to a Texan, anyway)
Currently, we are soundchecking and then half of us are going to a thrift store to buy jackets and such and half of us are getting free massages. Nice.