She promised me (bwo that is) that there would not be a huge amount of stuff waiting for me when I got to Texas. As is well known by all US mail order houses, Houston is the base camp for all blackfamilyo's US operations. Blacksistero told me last night than she could sense my approaching Texas by the increased frequency of UPS deliveries. I knew at this point I was in trouble. Here are the "just a few little things" that were waiting for me in Houston. (This does not include the shopping list I'm personally expected to buy):
All I am really is just a pack mule. Not shown are the left over potions and lotions from last trip.
I was struck down by a vicious attack of the cold and flu in California, on Thursday. I spent much of the day shaking and shivering in bed. I managed to get up at 3:30am to make my flight to Houston yesterday (Friday) and spent Shabat dinner in the bosom of my family. Here's the Houston family in all its glory.
Unfortunately John is not in this picture because we needed him to be the photographer. It's great to be here. Check out how they (mosty) dressed in black for me.
The ferry on the Sundays River
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