Ya know how bad it feels to get car sick when a nice, really doesn't need to do it person gives you a ride from work? She's one of the sweetest folks I've met-who drives a Ford 250-indeed she told me to watch my step. A fellow cat lover--and I get car sick. No, not horrible sick--just nauseous. So eager to get home and out of her chariot. I appreciate the ride, however it confirms I am a horrible passenger. When she dropped me off and I headed straight to my bed to just lie down and relax. Feel better now. Purrs will do thatl while I watched Rachel Ray cook a pretty good lookin' chicken meal in 30 minutes. Now I'm waiting for my neighbor's brother-in-law J, to arrive. She said in about 45 minutes or so. Bless him. He doesn't know me from Eve. I just pray he can fix my broken down car held together with love and red duct tape.....:)
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