Like an episode straight out of the Twilight Zone i am slowly fading away as my big ass red duffel bag takes over my life or maybe it should be the life i wish i had.

One bucolic spring day,  i went to Big Lots Closeout Store intent on upgrading my 1946 model two ton musty brown suitcase.  Sick of lugging that relic around as it slammed into my ankles while the rest of the world effortlessly rolled their clean undies and souvenirs,  i was on a mission to finally join the 2000's.

It didnt take long for me to spot a beautiful big ass red duffel bag which not only had a fine set of wheels but pockets galore, bungee cords and a teeny padlock.

 It was the last one of its kind on the shelf and a Samsonite, yes i am a little guilty of buying things just for the designer label, and it was mine for the bargain price of $29.95 + tax.  My lucky day or so i thought.

We took several trips together gliding through terminals, city streets and hotels.  Those were the days. 

Fast forward to Christmas 2005.  Roomie goes island hopping on a Caribbean Cruise, i'm unable to go because of W#@K so he asks if he can take my big ass red duffel bag.  No problem i say.  They had a wonderful time.



Afterwards they take a few more little trips together, long weekends, B & B's in the country.  I think nothing of it at first.  However now i'm starting to get a little jealous.

 Roomie just came back from his annual business trip to Washington DC.  I usually get to go on this trip with him.  This year i was unable to attend because of my stupid evil W#@K so he took my big ass red duffel bag instead.



  I was not happy about staying home.  I love that trip and am desperate for a city fix. I can find two Godiva Stores, a liquor store and my favorite restaurant of all time (Odeon Cafe, Dupont Circle) blindfolded.  Not to mention i always enjoy relaxing on George and Martha's back porch.  It just wasnt meant to be this year. 

Really whats so wrong with going to w$#k all night instead?  Its such a positive experience.  A  co-team member was just telling me how much better she is getting along with her husband since they had a talk and he has quit punching her dogs.




Back to roomie and my big ass red duffel bag, they had yet another wonderful time.  So much fun in fact that they're going to New England this June.   I can just imagine.



Son is still hanging in there.  He started downhill again in Feb so we tried a super antibiotic and hes made another comeback.  Still ancient, wheezy and wobbly but we've gone from counting his time left in days to maybe months. 

It was also good news when i figured out his monthly meds are only $450 not $600 like i had originally thought.  His food obsession has reached epic proportions. 





He begs for treats constantly and now wakes me up 5 or 6 times begging.  The antibiotics also gave him the runs so i'm afraid to stay in bed and call his bluff.  So i get up and let him out for a fake pee and then he gets his reward and i can sleep for another half hour or five minutes, whichever comes first.

It all reminds me of this movie, Ed and His Dead Mother.  Its a dark comedy about a salesman bringing  Eds mother back from the dead.  Eds so happy at first but of course his mother aint quite right.   I'm wondering if maybe Son has been a little zombiefied.

I'm still half heartedly watching the Guiding Light since they killed Tammy.   Tammy did visit her mother for a few weeks from the other side.  When her spirit came back for a final good bye not only did it have a new haircut but fresh highlights.  Its good to know we arent stuck with the same hairstyles or dark roots for eternity.



The Princess is still my beautiful little drinking buddy.  Here she is dreaming of beerthirty.  I drank wine last weekend because i was sick of drinking kitty backwash.  She wont touch wine.






They were not impressed with their new Cat Magnet.  Its supposed to be a self groomer but The Princess usually just sits under it .

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