Twenty loads . . . sand, rocks, and a plothera of interesting smells. That was the adventure that awaited me yesterday in the laundry room. You know the saying, You play, you pay.
Speaking of paying, we are staying in this really posh campground on the bay in California's Newport Dunes. Which is fine with us since Terry's company is paying for it. And it's fine with Filenet, since it's actually much cheaper than a hotel room. So here we are among all of these luxurious motorhomes and snazzy camping equipment. It's far above the usual state park or Walmart parking lot.
Gotta run,
Travelin' mom
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