Saturday, March 26, 2016

Bobo Hits Up Happy Hour

We've been trying to sell our house for 5,000 years. Each time we have a showing I spend hours cleaning, trying to make the place presentable. The children and the cats are no help. Five minutes before the potential buyers are supposed to arrive I run to the car holding said cats and children.

I decided, early on, that it was easier to stay in the car for the 20 minutes it takes someone to love or hate your house. That's how I ended up at Sonic, multiple times, ordering drinks with the cats and children. And, how I officially became the town's WEIRD CAT LADY. I documented one of Bobo's first trips to Sonic.

Bobo hadn't been out of the house in 35 years. She hadn't been in the car for 201 years. She hadn't been to Sonic ever. She wanted a cheeseburger and some onion rings. And a Coney Dog. And a XL-Ocean Water Slush.

She wanted to rule the world. And try some Jalapeno Poppers.

"That lady and her cat are so creepy. I'll give you a $1.00 if you take their order out to them."
"No way, dude."

The End
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