A Tuesday post!! From Moi! To persecute your inbox and give you another thing you don't have time to read!!!!! Say it isn't so!!!!!!!
Bwahahahahaha. (To quote Lou Mello.)
I owe you an apology. You, Dear Reader. Not Lou Mello.
Or making words. It's the same thing these days.
Our No Family Holidays With Family policy is breaking new ground this Thanksgiving. I need to take a trip for book research. To smell the scents. And haunt the haunted places. And tease out sounds from almost 200 years ago. Or millennia ago.
I'll take what I can get.
I got $700, Andra. 700 dollars. I can pay for stuff.
Dad and his money are not easily parted. Unless one is selling him a television or anything related to the Georgia Bulldogs.
At our first stop for lunch:
I can get this…..All I got is hundreds. Lots of places can’t break ‘em.
WE HAVE A DEBIT CARD JUST IN CASE, DAD!!
Okay. You can get it.
I still ain’t found no place to break a hundred.
Roy, I already gave them our debit card.
HE SAID HE ALREADY PAID, DAD!!
Still, Dad was generous with his time at the reunion, regaling every table with Roy stories as only he can.
Them people thought I was funny, didn’t they?
Who said that?
EVERYBODY I TALKED TO.
Who? Any of them women say anything about me?
No amount of money could buy a set of experiences that equal spending time with my dad.