After my last post, a man who knows Ranni and Indy reminded me that the woman in the grocery store may not have been Indy. A visitor refers to "anything with lady parts." My apologies to Indy if Ranni was spotted with one of his "friends" in Jersey (OMG, that is a reality show. Ron Prince in the midst of fake tans and open, um...). One of the creepier things he used to do was look me up and down and tell me that he loved it, "like a fat kid loves cake." I'm sure his other "friends" could verify this. In Jersey it must be like a Food Network bake-off.
Trying to figure out if I can get the game on TV today. Looks like a no. Those with my number could text me updates if so inclined. In the mean time...in the mood for a little cake. Kidding! Or better yet, the memory eraser thing that the guys from Men in Black have. Yes please. Let it be true that memories can be erased.
Go Cats!