One of the things I’ve wished I had the nerve to do is to drive places I’d like to go. Before I was married, I had no problem with driving anywhere, but since I got married, I got used to being a passenger. Well, I don’t want to end up like my mother, afraid to go anywhere by myself and last month, before she passed away, I’d made arrangements to stay at the Anabella up in Anaheim. I was planning on driving up by myself, visiting the parks by myself and driving home by myself.
As luck would have it, this was the same weekend some of my online friends had planned on going to Vegas (I was invited, but Vegas ain’t my cup o soup, I’d be miserably bored; and I had no way to get there, don’t fly and wouldn’t drive that far). Well, a couple of my buds are going to leave Vegas and come back to the L.A. area and we’re meeting up on Sunday morning. We’ll have a three day, two night pajama party. *lol*
Brian will stay home and take care of the cats. We will start putting a feeder of dry food in the backyard, because he won’t know if he got all of the kitties in at night. He can’t tell the black ones apart. You know, Phoebe, Little Bit, Joey, Ross and Monica. Hopefully, all will go smoothly.
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