The best thing about this Friday the 13th is that my Midwestern BFF Polly is coming to visit. Yay! Polly is cool because she’s a really talented hair stylist, is dumb in a very funny way, is immensely good-hearted, and owns the only cat I’ve ever liked. I once met Polly and her folks in Las Vegas for the National Rodeo Finals. Never before in my life have I seen a casino jam-packed shoulder-to-shoulder with cowboys. We sneaked back to the room at 3 am and tried to be quiet because her Pop, cowboy boots still on, was sleeping. As soon as we shut the door, he jumped up, ran out of the room and hit the blackjack tables where we found him, bright-eyed, at 9 am the next morning. Then they bought me a buffet.
I love these people.
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