Say My Name, Watch My Mouth, We're Gone ....

Just a couple of tidbits …

Y’all know I loves me some Real Housewives of Beverly Hills—don’t judge—so this week I settled down to watch the reunion. And just a couple of minutes in Andy Cohen was reading a Tweet to Erika Jayne from someone, and then said:

“Bob Slatten said:  ‘I just want #ErikaJayne to explain why she told the ladies in Tahoe that her marriage was lovely and perfect and then a week later she's backing up a moving van to the manse and calling Tom abusive and a cheater. Sure sounds like she knew .... #rhobh’

I stopped the DVR, played it back and, yes, he said my name and read my Tweet. I stopped the DVR and played it back and shrieked for Carlos. It was all good and funny until I realized Erika Jayne never did explain her 72-hour flip from the love of my life to I rented a new house and I’m  outta here.

This morning I dropped Carlos off to get a haircut and then headed back home to get a few things dine while he was being groomed. I was home all of about 15 minutes before the phone rang”

“Hello?”

“Can you come pick me up?”

“You son of a bitch. I just dropped you off!”

“They were able to take me right away.”

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!”

“Sweetie pie you’re on speaker.”

“Oh … hi ladies.”

I hope Carlos explained that my, um, words, were just my way of joking.

That said … We are on our way to Oregon to visit my Dad and then spend some time in Portland because we love it there.

I have no posts planned because we’ve been busy with work—tying up loose ends before leaving—and family—getting Gloria settled—so there will be no posts until we return after the first of November.

Stay safe, place nice, be kind. See y’all soon.