The good news: You are reading this which means that I did not die via sacrifice, soul stealing, floor cleaner poisoning or bad driving.
Let me explain.
I made a road trip to Ft. Worth with JC, my Emotional Support Human. After taking one wrong turn into the parking lot of the Adult Game Room(?) we arrived at Casa de Delores.
Because of facetime and video chat I was aware that there was going to be a wall of crosses, but in person it seems to multiply. (Note: crosses and coozies are common in Ft. Worth homes.)
My body was trying to fight off a sinus infection and Delores put together a magic potion that resembled and tasted like floor cleaner. (Note: JC & Delores are both true Gingers.) At this point between the potion and the wall of crosses (and some wine) I was pretty convinced that the Gingers were plotting together to sacrifice me and steal my soul. I caught on that they were taking turns resting. I knew it was going to be a long, sleepless weekend of me having to guard my soul.
JC headed to Dallas to train and we took off for some girl time. We played in the Water Gardens downtown before heading across town to meet Amy. After lots of hugs, lunch and drinks we went with Amy to get her tattoo. We have forever reminders to Breathe.
The evening ended playing a dice game (I'm pretty sure they cheated) and playing with the puppies. Brut is an asshole and he beat JC at a game that only he knew the rules.
There is some point in here that involved Delores driving with her foot, my filming our last will and testament and a trip to Game Stop.
AND then....we met the coolest 10 year old in Texas. Jack Barksdale. He was playing at the charity event we attended on Sunday. This kid is a superstar. (He's mixed Louisiana and Texas blood - what would one expect!) He writes, sings, and performs his own music. He has an old soul. Meeting his mom made me aware of how he got to be so cool and badass!
Trying to get Delores and her bag, and her phone, and her camera out of the venue and to her car is always an adventure. But mission was accomplished (plus or minus a few bruises and a roll down the driveway).
The trip was too short. I hate when it's time to leave. I didn't have much of a voice on the way home. (I'm sure JC didn't mind the quiet!) We listened to Joe Rogan's standup and stopped at Buccee's so all was well in the world.
Until next time Ft. Worth - Thanks for letting me live against all odds!! & Thanks for always making me feel like I'm at home!!
...Breathe...
...Michelle Lynn...
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