Roughing It

This week has been one of bad communication. I've found myself speaking slowly, clearly, and in sign language to make myself understood. So, when I found myself at this junction with James, not communicating clearly, I knew that my July 4th weekend, uh, HOLIDAY, was going to be a rough one.

James has invited me to come stay at THE FARM. In McGregor, where's he trying very dedicatedly to build a house. Of course, it's not going as smoothly, quickly, or as planned. It's getting there, but taking longer than he wishes.

So, to be a good girlfriend since he obliges so often to come to the BIG CITY (not Waco), I decided that I'd take off Friday, go to Gatesville for an oil change, get to the bank, and then head on to McGregor and actually "rough it" by staying at the farm in his room he's created over the barn that actually has a built in window unit, flooring, and an air mattress. All the comforts of home, right? Except for one small detail. One very important necessity to a woman. He's missing the most important item.

No, it's not a shower. It's not even a vanity mirror over the sink. It's the commode.