The boys are somewhere. Of this I am sure. They just drove past the KOA campground they were heading for last night. It became pretty clear they weren't going to be able to get as far as they had hoped, and they actually stepped back a bit and rethought their plans. They had a good night wherever they were, both getting into long discussions with fellow campers. I understand that Mt. Rushmore, or the Badlands are on today's itinerary. I'll let you know where they end up.
Scott's favorite story from yesterday was Mitzi's latest trick. She sits in David's lap while he is driving and fiddles with the power windows and locks. Up and down, occasionally punctuated with a good honk of the horn. I don't know exactly how she honks the horn, but she barks every time she does. I feel like I should apologize to anyone in their path at this point. Being honked at by a barking pug has got to be annoying.
David has been promising me "really bad photos" to entertain you all with. He was going to email them last night. I received this email instead...
I can't figure out how to send them! How unusual is that?
But the news is, I'm on my way. Blogging from Dallas /Ft. Worth. I'm not sure if this is good news or bad news. But it is news. I kissed Freda and the kitties goodbye this morning. And left before the sun came up. Kisses to CC for the ride. I'll land in Portland tonight, and start heading North to visit my family, before I turn around again to head South to meet the boys.
Between pet sitters, house sitters, and delightful neighbors, I have am sure all will be fine back at the ranch until I get home, whenever that may be. And if you have less than honorable intentions, you may want to notice that little white car in the drive. I have two words for you, Ex Marine. No shit.
Now if you have a burning desire to cut my grass, we can talk.
And if you really think I'm going to be able to save the day when I meet those two, you may be disappointed. My toothbrush is sitting in the holder at home. Where else would it be?