Day three!

"Field how old do you think Lenny Kravitz is?" I don't know, 39 maybe? "Nope, he is 45."
Wow, who knew? "Field I am thinking of cutting my hair, what do you think?" I am sure it would looks nice short, dear. "Why do you say that, don't you like it this length?" Ahh, no, that length is fine. I like that length, too. "You are just saying anything at this point, because, the truth is, you are not even thinking about my hair."

"Field, I know you are dying to get to that laptop and blog, but don't even think about it." Come on now, why would you even think that? You must really think I am hooked on this blogging thing if you think I can't do without it for a couple of nights. My phone is off and I haven't even been thinking about work, much less blogging.

"I know you field, you will probably get on that damn computer on the sneak while I am sleeping or in the bathroom or something. But don't worry, I will be checking out the field Negro tomorrow; just to make sure."

Hey, do any of you have an extra room at your place where I could crash for a couple of days?
I don't require much... well, maybe just a laptop.