Another Thanksgiving bites the dust. Rich and I are somewhere on I-40 between Needles, CA and Barstow, CA. Thanks to my Sprint broadband wireless modem, I am finally posting once again to the blog. We spent the week in Santa Fe (Rich had never been), and our lips and throats are cracked from the dryness. Hello humidity!!
I think the dogs had a better vacation than we did – it’s not often that they go leash-less for an entire week. Well, we are now 77 miles east of Barstow and my computer is down to 17% battery – kinda like me turning 44.
Laters…
wait until 47 !
Whenever Mason is at my parents is the only time he’s off leash — he doesn’t know what to do with himself. And, say now, what are those funny looking colored hairs in that chin fuzz, big boy? Looks kinda’ hot. Happy Travels. I’m actually in SFO tonight….by the airport. Thinking of you!