Here I am in the country again. It always feels so good to travel here and to be here, even though it smells like mold. B is sleeping in his recliner, Sammy is eating, and Rue is sleeping under the house. I don't know where or what the cat is doing, sneaky thang. Oh, I just heard Sammy's little feet getting scatch on the kitchen floor, the cat is in the kitchen. :) We ate What-a-bugers on the way here, and they were SO good. It is always hit and miss with them. We saw some new skid marks on the dangerous road to our place as well as some new ruts on the side of the road. We ran off a few times ourselves while we were trying to eat, drink, and drive.
We are thinking about going to Louisiana for Put's crawfish boil instead of having one of our own. I hope my boys come...
We received some distressing news on our answering machine when we got here. B's brother-in-law's brother commited suicide. The message was old. We believe it must have happen on Monday or before. No one called us at the Texas City number. No one is home at there place today.

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