(oy, vey)
"Woke up this mornin' and I got myself a beer." Okay, another joke alright? Actually, woke up this mornin' and I got myself a mess of scratchy towels for my Motel 6 mates. After a peculiar night of us packed into our beds, Olivia the kitty, meowing incessantly (all of us too pooped to care, I reckon), I cracked my eyes at the crack of 8:30 CST. Springfield,, MO. Check.
The word is that TT is gonna meet us in Sanfa Fe, but who can say, baybay? Never say nay with TayTay…
First thing, I did, I grabbed the ole powerbook and headed to the nextdoor Waffle House. Getting my wallet out of the car (that was a doh! moment; haven't I learned yet not to leave my wallet in the car, ever?? This has, after all, been a banner year for People Stealing Mick's Stuff). Anyway, I got to have a swell momentary conversation with the trucker who's Peterbilt was pointed at the side panel of Julie's Crown Vic. The conversation starter was his gi-mongous mesh grill bug catcher, emblazoned with the words: "Miss B Havin"
What's not to love?

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