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| 1:20am (MST) |
I had been drifting in and out of sleep, dreaming of gorgeous chicks,
when the brakes were applied and we pulled off the interstate. The
sister and her cohort in crime had decided to appropriate some large,
barrel-shaped cones off the road. They were a-giggle and running around
the vehicle like chickens with their heads lopped off. The girl has
quite the dictatorship personality. She instructed me to keep an eye
out for other cars while she and the cute sister rearranged the back
of the car for the stolen goods. They figured out how to remove the
barrel cones from the black rubber circle thingies that were to keep
them in place. After much shoving and even kicking of items, two orange
barrels with reflector tape were covered in blankets and safely stowed.
What a pair of nerds. I do like the appropriated items myself though.
I may have to take measures to acquire one for my own nefarious plans. |
| 2:26am |
Arizona, here we come! Sorry, I was thinking about the I Love Lucy
show’s road trip to CA. Closer to home now and further away
from all the loons in Nawlins. |
| 6:50am |
I felt all the moisture evaporate from the air around me. Yes,
yes – that’s an impossibility. However, one of the reasons
I so enjoy my state is the dryness. All that humidity in Louisiana
would have brought out those heinous facial blemishes. So there I
was clear-faced as I entered Cali. The bearded guy at the CA Agricultural
Inspection Station asked where we coming in from and if we had fruits,
veggies, etc. in the car. For a fact, I know I’m traveling with
two fruits. Love ‘em to pieces though. The fellow kept shooting
strange looks at the blanket-covered cones. Thankfully, we were passed
through without having to explain that they were an eBay purchase
and so on. |
| 10:12am |
His Tubbiness called. Thank goodness for speed dial. Still huffy
about the lack of razor and shaving cream. What’s a duck to
do? I gave him a list of chores and I think he accomplished a quarter
of one of the jobs. I should have hired that sitter. Cassie, I believe
it was. A cutie and she’s not afraid to slap him upside the
head. |
| 2:32pm |
Pulled into the sisters' homestead. Unloaded all the sisterly crap
and the sister as well. I was hugged and well wishes were verbalized.
Onward to my own casa, well after the Nerdy One (the first sister)
gets her ass in gear. |
| 3:25pm |
Home at last! Not that I didn’t have a fun time. I’ll
let Tubby fellow do my unpacking and anything else I can think for
him to do. |
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