That’s My Girl!!!
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We popped out of bed and headed to my tooth doctor, who needed to check on how the implants were going. We made it with one minute to spare. On the way there, Mary suggested we call Miss Vicky and have lunch with her.
All is looking good!
Vicky and Jim had just sat down to breakfast, but they wanted to see us, so we decided to meet at Old Ranch around 11:30 am. They would watch us chow down and enjoy a beverage of their choice.
It felt like being home!
Vicky and Jim described their vacation in Europe. We shared our vacation highlights with them. We all laughed and giggled for an hour and a half. It was beautiful to have outstanding friends, almost family!
We thought Vicky was Jewish; now we know she talks with her hands!
We get a kick out of Jim’s expressions. Vicky was my neighbor for thirty-plus years, and if we don’t see her every few days, we get “Vicky Withdrawal Symptoms,” sometimes referred to as “VWS.”
Vicky describes the first-class airline flight to Europe.
After lunch, we went to El Monte to get Mary some new dance shoes. This place has been in business for years, and all our folks go there to get their dance shoes.
We walked in and found millions of selections.
The camera would not take pictures of the ladies’ shoes, as they were so flashy that they blinded the lens. On the other hand, the little selection of men’s dance shoes was pretty good. I wanted to buy the five-inch heels, but Mary feared I would fall off.
Ah, many selections are available.
From the shoe store, we high-tailed it back to UCI in Orange as I had a 4:00 pm appointment with the cardiologist. I was given an “A” on all the tests. He does not want to see me for another six months!
We were happy with the news!!
I am still working on the vacation website! We took over 1000 pictures and they have to be gone through, cropped, edited, and set to 900 px wide.
We stopped at Renada’s Italian Restaurant for dinner. We were too tired to go home and cook, so we took it home to relax. We ordered lasagne for our dear neighbor Jeff. He was delighted, and that made us happy.
It is not quite like Lady and the Tramp, but it is close enough.
I understand he was requesting additional pasta since I speak fluent Australian Shephard. He was smiling.
We dined outside and discovered that Scout was Italian. When I opened my spaghetti and meatballs, he went wild!
We crashed around 9:00 pm.
