I am on Carrie's bed. In Trish's house. And one must never forget that this is, indeed, Trish's house... whatever.
Last night, we went to the fantabulous buffet at Hollywood Casino in Bay St. Louis, MS. It was wonderful. I ate snow crab legs until I thought I was about to explode, we fed a little money to the penny and nickel slot machines, and then we headed home in the cold night. We had a beautiful, wonderful evening!
Earlier in the day, we went to Christmas at my mom's house. That was pretty nice also; pretty peaceful, minus the occasional Abelsplosions... but all was very nice and mostly pretty cheerful.
After the Christmas party, we headed back to NOLA to check on Carrie's pets. They had not been fed and were sorely in need of attention. We drove to MS, which was a nicely shortish drive, on the grand scale of things... and had a lovely, lovely evening. Then back here where we crashed and are just getting stirring for the day.
Carrie is in the shower. I need a shower but would almost be fine just pulling my hair up and hitting the road. I don't like it here. In Trish's house.
Boring movies on cable, the caramel/vanilla-ish smell of a candle burning... it's a pretty nice day nonetheless.
However, Carrie's truck in in Baton Rouge at the church and is likely to be locked into the back parking lot before we can get there. We had initially planned to go to church but sometimes these things fall through... I will have to contact someone to let us in the gate later. Carrie needs her truck; she has a really good and, in my opinion, promising... job interview in the morning!
