Loading ...Packing is nigh on impossible with Cleto around. He destroys every single thing I accomplish, just for the fun of it. And now he’s run off with my Vladimir Putin doll.
Tomorrow is D-day but I do have a ride. Tami and my mother are coming up here together. That’ll be a scream, probably a literal one. But bless them both, they put their heads together. My mother has a decent car but can’t drive it. Tami can drive but her car barely makes it across town.
Cleto looks blissfully ignorant. But Bea knows… the bea always knows….
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That’s a great relief….
Cleto will get a chance to learn now. Poor bugger. Please say hi to Bea. And mom and Tami tomorrow.
Just back late from a concert.. very 4am here..
Woof!
Sorry to have missed the move. . . I was off in California. Working, working, working. I am glad that you got a ride and that you got to keep your family together. You don’t know how much that worried me!
Got to save the kitties!