Saw a car outside the front door of the liquor store today. Painted on it was "Dave's* Driving School". Guess if I had to drive 15 year olds around all day, I'd need a bracer, too.**
* Not his real name
** No, I don't--it's a joke.
Drove to Iowa this weekend. The rellies we have there are fully worthy of a four hour drive. They are hospitality plus. LOVE YOU!
Here's a tip: If you have to make the drive to Des Moines, do it at three in the morning. I wish I would have counted the cars I saw on my side of the freeway. Let me put it this way, I don't think I would have needed both hands. With the exception of the jerkwad who felt he needed to be on my bumper all the time--which I tiahed of rathah quickly, and let him know as much--the drive was one of the best. But then again, aren't they all...
Swinging down to Joilet this weekend to see John's oldest sister. This year is her 50th Nunniversary. We will miss the Jubilee, as it is on the 16th of June, and we all know takes place that weekend...(rest in peace, sweet Wilbur). Billiam, if you're gonna be in the neighborhood, we can meet for coffee.
The other day I described someone as my "best friend". That was kind of cool.
Hannah is using the computer to write her Senior Term Paper. Yes, capatalized. Her subject is vegetarianism. She has embraced the lifestyle, encouraging me to try it. I don't know if I'll ever be converted to a meatless dietary existence, but there are some things to think about.
So my girl needs to write, dear blogfriends, and I must go.