All Washed Up…

Cue the violins.

Damn, if it isn’t rough enough packing up everything.

The washer/dryer and microwave broke today so now it’s time to play the game of Life and find appliances and arrange delivery before Christmas.

I guess I am being tested…hope I pass, mom?

Down to bagging clothes and donating to several honorable causes.

After 9 hours of hard labor we drove to the beach and walked off our aggression for multiple miles.

Then it really was cocktail hour so we hauled ass over to El Camino for Happy Hour and $4 margaritas, $2 homemade chips and $4 delicious brisket quesadillas.

We toasted Queen E., hoping she and Morris were dancing the night away.

We ended the break by taking in the splendor of a Delray Beach holiday scene.

For the moment, All Is Calm, All Is Bright.


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One Comment

  1. Ahh Toby. You are being tested but you’re passing with flying colors—-and you have David and Courtny propping you up. Sending you hugs.

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