I’m about to get up and go pack. You’re surprised, I know. I just got back, after all. Alas… I’m heading to Charlotte. To dog sit. And cat sit. And plant sit. For ten days. My birthday is included in one of those 10 days.
I’ll be at my mother’s house.
In Charlotte.
With a dog. A Cat. Some plants.
And that’s it.
TW is sure this is some story I’ve made up and I’m really heading off to … I don’t even know what she might think I’m going to do. Lord knows I don’t have the energy to get into any trouble. And, getting into trouble only leads to more trouble and I’ve got enough to deal with right now, thanks.
So yea. Me and the dog and the cat. And the plants, can’t forget those. Actually, I can and probably will because I’m bad with plants. Someone had better remind me. And maybe tell me exactly what I’m supposed to do with plants.
My mother sent me an instructional video for taking care of the cat, in the morning.
So if one of your friends and her bouncer and her brother and her brother’s wife were theoretically driving through Charlotte on Monday, October 3rd and theoretically wanted to eat at a theoretical Waffle House on I-77 would you theoretically be up for meeting them there?