Forrest Fenn has done terrible, terrible things, and continues doing terrible things today. I will prove it. He is not a man, but a cowardly "lion." He is truly exactly what else he throws in your face but are too blind to see--in that purple sweater, he's telling you he's an ass in a lion's suit. However, like the ass, his proud "braying," has gotten him into some hot water, that you all don't know about. Of course he tries to hide his desperation. He really, really does not want HIS emails to be made public.
Do some research on "milk runs," and dig really deep into why women during wartime would be waiting or pretending to be doing something "important" in their underwear wearing nothing but rouge and dangling earrings around the time the milk boy was scheduled to come. And don't blame that pesky Texas heat...remember, FF opens his story in the winter. And when his employer yells ay him for taking so long he could've been taking lunch, well, yeah, he was taking a quick lunch, in a way. He's virtually using his friend's death to throw his misdeeds that he started as a boy in your face. How sick. He did the same with Mike Kammerer, you know.
All righty! That being said, I'm back to waking up early, which feels sorta good. But I'm also back to unrestful Sunday night sleeping because I spend the night thinking and planning my week and making sure I've remembered everything I need to remember for work.
Yesterday, I spent some time picking out my health benefits plan, and was thrilled to see my employer covers my health insurance premiums 100%! How awesome is that? I added vision for $4.16 per pay period, and I already have dental, so all is great. My deductible is almost non-existent, so the insurance is really, really good. I'm happy as pie.
Last night, when I did sleep, I went back to high school. I dreamed I was living in my parent's house, and there was a hyped up party being held by some friend's that me and my younger brother shared. For some reason, I really wanted to go to this party, which was being held down further on Tropical Trail, on a riverfront estate property. In reality, I skipped the parties in high school, and wouldn't normally be caught dead at one.
Anyway, in my dream, I spent a lot of time actually doing my hair and picking something to wear. I was planning on driving the "blue car," which was a convertible my parent's owned. In my dream, it was a small luxury sports convertible of unknown make and model. In real life, my dad had a blue Cobra, which may have been a contortion of the car in my dream.
So, after I was all ready for the party, I said goodbye to my parents and went out to the garage. The blue car wasn't there. I asked my dad where it was, and he said Patrick had taken it to the party! I was frustrated, but then my little brother comes back home, and I told him I had planned to take that car. He said our dad had let him take it. I said our mom had said I could take it. So, we decided to ride together, but by that time, I was having second thoughts about going to a party and was probably going to stay home. Then I woke up.
I thought that was a sorta funny dream, because that's how things sometimes really went in our house growing up. I think the picture my brother posted on FB the other day made me dream about high school, as well as posting those poems yesterday.
Question: If this all started with women attempting seduce Fenn when he was a boy on "milk runs," do you not think he was prepared for these unscrupulous women's tactics when he hid the treasure? Maybe you can tell us why women attempt to do these "milk run" tricks?