Jan and Tim got in on time last night and got to meet three of my friends. And my dogs were very happy to have new folks to attack with love.
This morning we took Quincy and Cookie to the kennel and then drove along the Mississippi Gulf Coast toward New Orleans. Jan and Tim both seemed to enjoy the beauty of the coast while being saddened by the devastation.
We decided to drive down south of New Orleans to the end of the Mississippi River. The drive was too sad, full of refineries and poverty. So we happily decided that the French Quarter was the place for us. We walked for hours, and drank for hours too (or so it seemed). But it was a very enjoyable day. And Tim got thrown a lot of beads because of his willingness to expose his breasts.
Jan and Tim both just went to bed, and I'm going to head to mine soon. We laughed at how old we are.
I'll miss having my puppies with me tonight.