I love Mary Jane

As you all know Mary Jane and I have not spoken for almost a month. Not for lack of love or affection, but out of need to cleanse ourselves a bit.

After much deliberation and negotiation it was deemed that we should once again become partners. Our schedules assuring it to be only for a short time and very infrequent.

Today when she touched my hand it felt like we'd never been apart. She felt so familiar... so soft... As she came up to touch my lips I felt a butterflies flittering. Slithering across my tongue... ahh... brought back so many memories.

We decided to enjoy the day ... the sun is out and the breeze isn't too bad. We travel to the tanning bed because I am starting to look very "Irish"... pale, freckles and green eyes. Lol. As I drove us down Hwy 70 with the stereo bumpin' and drinkin' my citrus green tea I think to myself.. I'mma have to buy a Ford next go 'round since I'm pulling for Carl Edwards and he drives a (Jack Roush no less) Ford Fusion. I mean what kind of TRUE Nascar fan drives a breed different than that of his/her favorite driver? Not a true one... but maybe a broke one.. at least in my case.

Then I think... "Girl (my car's name) has been so good to me." I start thinking about selling her and buying something else and then I think... why would I do that to her since she's been such a good car. So I say to her "Girl.. I tell you what.. if you'll hang in there until I can get you paid off... I've got your back." I start imagining what all I could do to her... Paint, new windows, new carpet.... A slow realization comes across me ... it feels like the bass has turned into a purr. Girl likes the idea....

So I go to the tanning bad and leave Mary Jane in the car... I won't be long. I lie in the bed with the halogen light seeming brighgter than normal... close my eyes... and become the girl the guy is rappin' about on k97. I slip off into my own reality and take my time just cruising the streets and talking to people I know. As I hear the "beep Beep beep" I know that it's time to come back and prepare for landing. I wave at the girl behind the counter and acknowledge whatever it is that she has just said to me. I'm to into Mary Jane to comprehend nor care. Don't get me wrong.. this girl is a good girl and has some of the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. I feel a maternal instinct towards her.. like a niece or a friend's kid. But Mary Jane has the majority of my attention.

I open the car door and am mesmerized by the smell of her familiar fragrance. We head back towards the house at a leisurely pace. Then I realize that the race is on. Girl's a Denny Hamlin and Dale Jr. fan so we speed up (but not too fast) so as not to miss to much. Because she loves me I can put a Ford driver's numbers on her. But only because.

I get home and realize that this home is getting more and more familiar... read: comfortable... for me. This is a big deal.

Sitting here watching the race... wishing that I was rich so I can go to the Bristol Race next week. Mary Jane says she'd love if I took her to the race... she loves watching hot guys drive wicked fast cars. And that she'd eat biscuits and gravy off Carl Edward's fuckin' abs. Oh wait.. no.. that was me.

There's 2 to go and Carl .. who won here last year btw... is in 24th place.
*sigh*

Congrats to Jeff Burton. What's that? Oh. .it's Mary Jane.. she's calling for me... Sorry Luv.. got hung up watching the race.

Have a goodnight ya'll... We will.