Our internet gets disconnected tonight. I am now off the radar for at least a week. Our flight leaves Monday morning, and I can't wait. Mr Right and I are talking again, although his sister hates us both now, instead of just me. Whatever. I've buried two parents before I was 20, I hardly care about some cheap tart not liking me because I have an attitude problem.

Anyway, enough about them. We've been driving around a lot over the past few days, with the car radio on. Some song lyrics have been stuck in my head, as some of my favorites:

Well okay, I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you take home
Cheryl Crow, If it Makes You Happy

You're not the only one who's made mistakes
But they're the only things that you can truly call your own
Billy Joel, Second Wind

I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
And his hair was perfect
Warren Zevon, Werewolves of London

For there's a guard, and there's a sad old Padre
On and on we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green green grass of home
Tom Jones, Green Green Grass of Home

I'll buy you glasses in Texas, a hat in New Orleans
And baby you can sleep while I drive
Melissa Etheridge, Sleep While I Drive

Mr Right and I will be driving again this afternoon, since the sun is shining. When next I blog, the sun will still be shining, but I'll be in a different time zone, sipping sangria on my balcony, living a real life again. Wish me luck.

Bye-bye Britain. Can't say I'll miss you. I will probably never return.