It seems that whenever the fab 4 get together after hours, the weather gets wild.
I guess it goes with the territory.
The rain was really ridiculous.
Out of control.
But it did not slow down the four horsewomen of the apocalypse one teensy bit.
The more it rained, the more we ate and drank and laughed and let it all hang out.
Yes, Pat tried to convince us that her cat is really the world’s largest squirrel.
She certainly has changed since she retired.
Sleeping late, looking relaxed and at least 10 years younger already.
It was great to see her, and to have dinner with her.
When the rain subsided, the crazies departed, with a few new secrets:
Just a few hints:
Bridal dresses, pastors and a roving eye.
Secrets remain just that.
Our lips are sealed.
Well, except when we have a few brewskies, margaritas and that pink thing that Pat likes.
Until next month,
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.