Having been laid off, we couldn’t do a lot, but we took a drive to the mountains; got harassed by a guy with a big dog who said we were on his side of the road; got sprinkled on as a frigid blast of air blew through; used chemical toilets at one of our favorite lakes that because of drought conditions is almost dried up (the lake, not the toilet); went to a local abbey and talked to the ducks and took pictures; and now it’s El Pollo Loco.
We know how to party!
40 years? How did that happen. Glad it did, but yikes, that means I’m older than the 35 in my head!