..even Harley will have her own supply delivered by angels any time she rings her golden bell...

..I can't do fierce so I'll leave that bit up to you while I eat all of the Ben and Jerry supplies up there...

..or something like that...

..we'll rule that heaven when we get there.....those angels need to sit themselves down because we'll send them down to the fires if they sideways glance and dare raise their faces when we arrive...

..I think we're like the new age Mother Teresa's because if we weren't such messes, how could everyone else feel so good about themselves, that they're not us.../something like that anway...I'll be the Jolie to your Angelina/Dezzelina...

..I like to think we were special and it chose us ...

..most of all us ourselves....

..who wants to be together anyway, that would be such a predictable thing..this way no one quite knows what we might do next....

.....

..oh yeah, you are a mess as well..I'd forgotten.....well we are Thelma and Louise and you don't get any bigger mess than that...