There Are Reasons... Really

I should explain why there was no post on Monday. I blame Faye. I should blame myself, though. After all, I set up her access to online slot machines. But, in my defense, I was only following orders. When Faye desires something, I try to fulfill that desire. She owns two cast iron skillets.

The trip on Sunday was pretty much routine. Annoying drivers clustering and also some riding in my blind spot for miles is just the usual. Many of them (but, unfortunately, not all of them) were out-of-staters on their way back to the recently thawed out northern climes. I expected it. That didn't make it any easier to tolerate, of course. I seethed throughout the trip. I just won't gripe about it here.

When evening came and we settled into a motel room (where I try not to think about what we've learned on the various cop shows) and set up the laptop, Faye grabbed control and never gave it up.

It's a bit like the "the dog ate my homework" excuse... Except it wasn't homework and Faye is not a dog (definitely not).