Lynne, the Queen of the Roadtrip, and Liz ("I don't care who drives, just get me out of Hardin County") are inching ever closer to Georgetown and a rendezvous with Liz's daughter who just finished her first year at Georgetown. (We're all so proud...like we had anything to do with it.)
So, with those two out of town, that means I'm in charge. Pat is second in command. Sort of like being first runner up.
Now that I've thought about that, I'm a little nervous. Pat does have access to lots of drugs...hmm.
I've spent part of the afternoon surveying my fiefdom. Yes, I am the master of all I survey...which includes four cats and three dogs (Yes, we're up one from last time. Which also reminds me that the last time I housesat for Lynne she came home with another dog. Maybe I should have explicitly told her no more pets, but that seems obvious, right? We must be nearing the fire limit as it is.) And that's just in the house.
The kennel has two cats. One who really is a cat and the other is Riley, Liz's dog, who thinks he's a cat.
In other news, I went to the Hair Garage today. I have some sort of Tammy Wynette thing happening to the back of my hair. However, since she sings (sung? I think she's dead) my theme song "D-I-V-O-R-C-E", it does seem fitting. Maybe I'll wrap my head in toilet paper in order to preserve the look for another day.
Yes, it's good to be in charge.
Cranberry Swirl Crumble Muffins.
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