Rita is at the airport. She will be at Monica's tonight. Her vacation has started. I have done most of my packing. That means that if I had to, I could zip it up right now and go. But I don't have to so I will undoubtedly think of more things to put in it. Like, oh yeah, a bathing suit. I am using the smallest suitcase possible because we have to have extra room on the way there so that we can fill it with Kathy and her belongings on our way back.
I have committed Gretchen to watering Rita's plants each Wednesday that she is gone.
Kelly and his girlfriend (yes, remember Diana from Easter?) came by to take Rita to the airport. I didn't get to talk to them, I just saw her leaving.
No more home teams in playoff games and only one American left at Roland Garros. Go Venus.
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I have an image of Kathy travelling sans suitcase, arms full of clothes, items in Walmart bags, purse in teeth and looking disheveled. Of course, all this will end once her Mother comes to the rescue with a suitcase that is only half full.
OK, now I have that picture of Kathy in my head too. Only in mine she is wearing a babooshka.
Ooohhhh.....Bobooshka bitches! When are we going to Vegas?
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