Where do you go when you go?

The lyrics to a song I was listening to today.

Well I’m here, back in NZ.

It was tough leaving Australia, much tougher than it has ever been. But I needed to come back.

The MOD (Man of Dreams) and I are about to go off on a big adventure. Seven glorious weeks stuck in a car with me, travelling across the USA.

The poor love.

Up until now he has been sheltered from normal relationship type of stuff.

Like the sound of flatulence.

It’s a point of pride that not a whisper has he heard from my butt. In nearly 6 years.

I may have also given him the impression that all this beauty that is me……is well…….me.

The maintenance involved may well be a shock that he never recovers from.

He once took a two week holiday in Greece with a young lady who wasn’t all he hoped for.

At the end of that trip, he was seen sprinting through the airport in an attempt to escape.

There may have been some screaming and hand flailing involved.

Of course MOD isn’t shallow. Or stupid. I know he loves me for me and a little farting here and there or a lopsided false eyelash won’t scare him too much.

But if anyone sees a wild eyed man, running a little like a Jim Carey throwback through Auckland airport about the middle of October. Well it could be MOD.

Just sayin