bob & carol & ted & alice

Alice lives here. I don’t know Ted. Carol and Bob stopped over last night for a visit. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time we saw them, but I’m sure it had to be at least few years ago. Carol and I always keep in touch–via phone or email–but we never seem to manage to get together. We spent a nice evening catching up and reminiscing. Brian and I used to work with Carol at the place we met, so we’ve all known each other for a very long time.

Carol called to say they were running late, so I thought I’d take the dogs out for a quick walk before they got here. That turned out to be a mistake. It was raining a little bit when I left. By the time I got up the road a ways, it started to rain even more. So, I stood under a tree for a little while, hoping it would pass, and then it started to pour. Then I said to hell with it and ran home with the dogs. We were all drenched. Of course, I arrived home at the same time Carol and Bob pulled up. Not that it really mattered, I guess. But, it’s probably best not to look like the girl who crawled out of the well in The Ring when you are having guests over.