i quit my job, put hermitage on market, Dopty on plane, hired shipping crew to haul my things, blew texas and my grandgirls a kiss goodbye. I’ll adjust to the season called winter.
I am keeping my key.
I probably should tell Ralph.
ummm, Ralph, the table’s set, i promise not to leave my tubes in the road again, and I am keeping the key.
oh yes, and I will need more blue oar pan seared scallops…and that pizza with mushrooms and such, no onions.