Bitter Is As Bitter Does

So the Bitter Train is home, unpacked and parked away.

This leaves a couple of options: be annoyed that it's dreary and raining and there's laundry to do and no sundownering due to a lack of sunuppering and on and on.

Or, we can make our own fun.

Twenty four hours after the train was parked, I was at Walmart with Euro Brad. He was jamming a cart full of throw pillows with a frightening level of glee. I laughed, hugged him and said "I really enjoy you. You're fun." He paused in his pillow stuffing and said "You just got back from Florida and you call this fun?"

Fun isn't a location. It's the company you keep.