5|2|2016

i needed a boyfriend or a back up camera. so, i bought the camera.

one time, that camera saved me from backing off a cliff into a raging river, during a storm in sarotoga springs, california. i thought i had reserved spot b32, but it was really just a terrifying test sent from the rv gods to see if i'd cry. & i did. i sobbed. & then i took bambi to the mall parking lot so we could catch our breath.

tom the airstream mechanic, installed that little black thing with the antenn...a on bambi's upper bum.

i feel like i should name it a man name. you know...since the boyfriend i don't have can't help me back up & the camera can.

gosh. why can't i think of a man name.
please ponder the perfect name in your free time...{it can't be david, theodore, shawn, ryan, christopher, alireza, brent, edward, glenn or daniel}. i can't name any of my future children or future pets those names either. you know how when you date someone with a certain name & then you don't like that name anymore or...for the rest of forever.

back away from the chardonnay, trailer mama. you're getting feisty. no, i'm not...those boys are butt-heads. but my camera is amazing & i love him. for the rest of forever & ever.

rest those eyes, darling. 💜

wild heart • gypsy soul.

xoxo, miss airstream