We're in Wells, Nevada tonight. Don't ask me where that is. I don't have a dadgum clue. All I know is, we left Jennifer's condo in Vacaville, California this morning and went over Donner Pass (boy, was it cold up there) to Truckee, to Reno, to Winnemucka (No, we're not in Canada,,,I don't think), through Battle Mountain, Echo, and Wells. Not only am I good and lost, but Bill lost my lunch money for tomorrow in a slot machine where we stopped for tonight. I went into the truck stop to go to the bathroom and came out only to find Bill hovering over a couple of slot machines like a vulture. Just when you think you can trust them!!!!! Not to worry, I'm just kidding. He only lost a dollar. But that'll teach me not to stay in the john very long from now on. I calculated that I had been in there for 5 minutes, and he lost a dollar. If I had been in there for 10 minutes, he'd have lost 2 dollars, etc., etc., etc. The possibilities could be catastrophic. (Not if he values his life.) Maybe he was paying me back for tormenting Bob with that shopping trip. Who knows what goes on in a man's head, especially when his name is Mann.
It's time for my feel-good pill. Good night. We'll talk more tomorrow. Maybe by then I'll have a better idea where I am.
Francie, Bill, Sammie Sue, and Ally Oops