An update of sorts from casa de Busy Bee.
The Coach purchased a new truck for himself. I was floored by how large it is. It’s actually larger in real life than this pic. He needed a bigger truck (“we’re gonna need a bigger truck”) to tow his car trailer and his xl smoker. Also, the occasional Joker and midnight toker.
It’s extremely deluxe inside; it has that open concept feel that people on HGTV are always looking for.
This new truck means, Lolo trades in Coach’s previous truck that she’s been driving for several years, after trading in (to us) her High School Toyota FJ; which we’ve kept because it’s just a cool vehicle and we have a thousand garages and they don’t make them anymore. run.on.sentence.much.
It’s the old fable of vehicle move-alongs through the family. When she and Mattis drive down for Christmas break, she’ll upgrade from her pickup truck. She and Mattis are stoked. Then again, Mattis, is always stoked.
I realized while writing this, that all four of us have white vehicles. Not Mattis, just Lolo, Linds, Coach, and Suz. The Coach and I have had solely white cars/trucks since 1997 aside from one brief time when we leased via our business silver vehicles for 2 years. Neither of us was super happy for that time period and we went back to white.
I’m not a vehicle racist.
But I am a liar.
I saw this the other day.
I adore dolphins, but I’m still having my dreams invaded by alligators weekly. It.never.ends.
So, we’re all hunky-dory here. Linds is doing well too. To quote the wonderful late Donna Summer-“She works hard for her money, so hard for it honey”.
No big weekend plans here. The Coach is coaching and I’m hoping to finish up my veggie garden and some of the other never-ending to-dos at this compound that we call Home Sweet Home. I’m a tad excited to be
baby dog sitting Lolo and Nathan’s Max Max.
What’s on your agenda?
Surfing in Costa Rica? Alligator wrestling in Florida? Garage sale-ing in Indiana? I’ve heard that garage sale-ing is a sport for some people.
Have a great weekend doing whatever it is that you choose to do without me.