Shut Up, Nancy!

Guess what? Today has been another great day! It is now 6:24, I just turned on my salt lamp, and my iPod, to set the mood, and ‘Love Will Keep Us Alive’ by the Eagles has started playing—I love that song so much! I have just cranked it up a few more notches.

This morning, while I was over at Kinky’s discussing business, over some coffee—Sasha called the rescue ranch! Sasha, who was out here walking dogs with her three great friends, this past Saturday, has such great vibes, that on a scale of one to ten, ten being the greatest—she’s an eleven! I’m not kidding!

Anyway, Sasha and I played telephone tag today, but when we finally connected, twenty minutes ago—she had some great news! She is personally driving down here, from Austin, tomorrow morning, to deliver over thirty cases of donated, canned cat food, so we can deliver it to our friend, Nancy, down the road from us—to help her feed her many cats! Sasha will be coming around the mountain, about ten o’clock tomorrow morning, and Tony and I can’t wait to see her! Sasha definitely Rocks!

Today, I have been bombarded with hundreds of phone calls, messages and e-mails, begging me to come to Houston, for our calendar signings at Murder By The Book Store this Saturday, and the Barnes and Noble -Town and Country, on Sunday! In fact, today I received the sweetest and kindest handwritten letter, from a woman, Linda T., who I’ve never met. Linda lives in Harker Heights, up near the Belton and Killeen area. She is a former race car driver—and she has offered to drive me to Houston, and bring me back home safely! Linda’s letter touched my heart, as did all of the e’s and phone calls urging me to come to Houston this weekend.

Y’all, I can’t go to Houston this weekend, because I’m truly scared to death of big cities, and the fast-paced traffic. I can’t go because of health reasons. Seriously, big city traffic causes me so much stress, that I am afraid, it truly might cause me to have a heart attack. I didn’t use to be this way, but after living in the Texas Hill Country for over thirteen years, with no traffic anywhere, and now being fifty-seven years old, it is best that I stay home, with Tony, at the rescue ranch. I hope that y’all will understand, and I do appreciate all of the messages.

“Nance,” Kinky said, earlier this evening, while I was over there. “Mr. Magoo is fat! He has got to go on a diet!” Then Kinky reached into a box, and handed his dog, another dog biscuit! Then Kinky opened up a large can of dog food, and filled the paper plates scattered around the ‘big room.’ Gooie then went from plate to plate, as fast as he could, devouring all of the canned dog food! “What am I going to do?” Kinky asked, as Mr. Magoo raced past him—into the kitchen.

“Kinky quit feeding him so much,” I said. “You’re over feeding him, has made him the President of ‘The Friedman Fat Boy Club!’ Gooie just nudged my hand and said, ‘Shut up, Nancy! I’m working him!’” Kinky started laughing, and then he gave Goo-Man another dog treat!

Y’all have a great evening and take care!