Looking for Ryan.

I was having a wonderful morning this morning, actually wonderful doesn't even describe it.  I had a pedicure with a couple of friends, then washed my car...I love that car.  While I was cleaning the rims, a long and tedious process since they are white...what were we thinking?  Pretty, oh yea, pretty, that was it.  I looked down and saw my hideous legs wearing shorts, which I never do, and my eyes stopped on my "fat knees."  Then I thought of Ryan.  I laughed out loud.  I never do that.  Jeremy hollered from his office "What's up with you?"  "Just thought of something funny" I said.  My fat knees.  I don't know why Ryan announced I had fat knees one day at random in my hallway when I was fifteen after a horse back ride.  But I don't remember it bothering me.  It still doesn't.  But it made me think of him, and how close we used to be.  Talking about the Beatles and all the strange nicknames he had for my various boyfriends through out the years.  Last I heard he was in Australia studying to be a doctor.  I always find that humorous.  Imagining Dr. Dadasovich announcing to some patient he'll be doing a fat kneectomy.  So Ryan thanks for the smile and laugh today.  It reminded me of how much I love being Lisa.  And how at certain times I am still that girl riding Silver, swinging my legs, through an orchard laughing and singing Michelle ma belle.  Just thinking of you today.  I'm going to Google him.  I hope he's having a "fat knee" day too.