Dear Memories

Back in surprisingly sunny Switzerland, I had a dream that me and Grover were together again. This long distance thing is hard, but at least I can drink my troubles away with coffee...

Dear Grover,

Remember when we held hands and watched How I Met Your Mother and Veronica Mars together? Or how I had to give you thyroid medicine by smearing ointment into your fuzzy little ear? How about when we waltzed around the kitchen while listening to Buraka Som Sistema? These are all memories I will cherish while I await our next reunion. I'm looking forward to doing new things with you, such as going on a road trip and splitting a milkshake. Or hitting Vegas with a pocket full of cash.


Until next time,
Jasmine

Grover in the Future/Grover is the Future

Since I haven't seen my furry friend since June, I'm going a little crazy from withdrawl. Sometimes I have dreams in which he is on my bed snuffling around like old times. Then I wake up and am either alone or my boyfriend is asleep in a very unfeline manner, which does not fulfill my Grovin needs. So I'm super excited that I'm going home for a month in April! I will be in the arms of my favorite cat (or rather, he will be in my arms, and I will be singing a song composed by me for him). It will be an eventful and refreshing visit. Not to mention I could really use a break from Switzerland. Not that it isn't a jazzy country, but the culture can get a bit narrow sometimes. There is only so much sausage and cheese a girl can eat. What the Swiss need is Winston Churchill. What the Swiss need is Grover.