I came down the stairs this morning and found Race Car, my fat cat, squeezed into a box so small that he couldn't even reach out and scratch his head...later today, I tried to get into a pair of jeans that were so tight that if I farted, they would have exploded...that darn fat cat and I have much in common!
Today was errand day, but this time it was so strange. I drove, Mark was the navigator and Arnie (the wonderdog) was the back seat driver. Ever try to find the most efficent way to run a myriad of errands with a fat dog and a lame husband? Not fun...
Tony was our guest chief this evening and treated us to his own special taco dinner. I'm not a big taco eater, but since I didn't have to cook...it was great!
Last stop of the day...Barnes and Noble to find books/mags/information on Florida and/or Mexico...we're hell bent on a southern vacation this spring which will be a huge change from our traditional fall vaca up north.
Peace,
J
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