There’s a reason I like to say, “Don’t die!” as people leave the house.
Speaking of dying and Walmart, I need some stuff, and Pat needs to drive. Unnngh.
Unfortunately, Gonzo and Camilla haven’t yet learned to say, “Don’t die!” when I leave the house. Some days, they scream at me when I head for the door but other days, meh.
The temperature has dropped quite a bit and I need to go out in it soon. Post orifice and library punctuated by the bank for quarters that I didn’t get last week, and the gas station for the gas I didn’t get then, either. I don’t want to go out in the wind, but I have to get Sam’s birthday card in the mail so there is at least a chance he will get it by Saturday. Mail crosses the AR state line and immediately gets picked up by mule train.
Good luck on the Pat Driving Event!
Also, I called the place in AR again...