We were so close to meeting Mrs. Who and BitterRoot last night. They were going to come join us for dinner, libations, and just good old adult fun/conversation here at my cousin’s beach front condo. It promised to be a wonderful evening. While we awaited their arrival, we headed down to the beach to kayak and swim, since the water was so calm. I was out splashing in the water when CiL motioned for me to come in to shore. Mrs. Who had called. Now, I couldn’t quite hear due to the noise of the waves, and the slight wind, but it had something to do with gas. Either she had left the gas card in the other car, and the kids had that car, or they had stopped at Taco Bell and BitterRoot had gas and the car was not well ventilated. I’m not sure which it was. I don’t think Mrs. Who was gasping for breath, so it must have been the credit card in the other car.

There will be another opportunity, but it was sad to miss this one.

Soon, my friend.

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