Woke up and found that our Nissan had a blow out. I had felt it and heard it on the way home from Grand Case last night. Emailed Leslie and he came and replaced after the afternoon flights had come and gone. No big deal.
The beach was busy at Orange Fever the locals enjoying their weekend. Pizza and beers for lunch.
Then some solid napping.
Down to Bikini to watch some Bocce ball and dinner at Yellow Sub. Beef-ka-bob and fish and chips.
Glad you made it back 'home' after the blow-out. Better to be stranded at home for a bit until Lesley came, than if it had happened on the way there! Sounds like a neat day over all.
There was just enough to get us home on these roads
I20 in Dallas at 70 mph would not have happened
"I’m the Dude. So that’s what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you’re not into the whole brevity thing.”
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