So, I drove from Middle of Nowhere, Louisiana today. I got a late start because I am defenseless against my grandmother’s cooking. So, I stayed for lunch and got her to give me the scoop on a couple of her top secret dishes. As I was leaving, it was all hugs and smiles when she smiled and said you ought to clean up your language on your blog. I laughed, she laughed, my grandfather laughed, it was light and not a big deal, just funny. I’ve never seen her town as a hit on my blog, so I can only assume she read it once and was mortified by something I posted and has been waiting. I wonder which post she read. So funny.
My plan was to make it back to Chicago tonight, but this eyeball affliction is cramping my style. It’s fine, in fact, it’s feeling better tonight than it did today, but as oncoming headlights shine on me, it’s waterworks. At least during the day I can do shades. Anyway, I said screw it and stopped for the night. Sleep never killed anyone. Neither did hotel towels and wi-fi.
Oh, and speaking of wi-fi. Now that I can get online with my laptop, I can post photos.
1. My grandmother circa 1944. Could she possibly be more adorable? No.
2. Me (obviously) in front of the farm I mentioned yesterday. About a minute later, my grandfather poked my typewriter tattoo and said, Uh, you look like you got hit with a typewriter, girl. My grandparents, ladies and gentlemen, so tolerant of my blog-swearing and tatoos. Haha.
3. Einstein with two new friends at Spiral Diner in Ft. Worth, TX. Feast your eyes on their menu, veg friends. I am already jonesing for the tofu club sandwich again. So delish.
6. Einstein with Elvis and the “butt plug lava lamp” at Sarah’s Place. If you’re in the Dallas/Fort Worth area and feel like a cocktail. Sarah’s Place on Camp Bowie is a great time. Obviously. I mean, look! Einstein and Elvis can sing duets, for crying out loud. You just can’t find that in any bar, folks.