I did not sleep well. But I was in good spirits. Here is a video I took after waking up. My voice in it could be described as "husky."
Amarillo is pronounced am-a-RIL-o, not ah-mah-REE-o. I got this tasty rib plate. It includes ribs (yes?), onion rings, cole slaw, potato salad, beans, apricots, and texas toast. Which is just big toast. The apricots were a mystery, almost like baby food.
The woman at the restaurant directed me to a nice park where I could picnic. But I turned the wrong way and ended up at some industrial center. And this amused me.
Amarillo has Cadillac Ranch. Obligatory pics of it.
As you see, graffiti is encouraged. I found a spray can nearby. Actually there is a whole field of empty cans, and the first one I picked up happened to work.
It probably will be there for another week before someone else covers it up. Such is.
I saw a roadrunner, I think. I mean, it was a tiny bird that ran across the road, and it looked like the cartoon.
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For what it's worth, I love your blog. And you. (This is in reference to an older post where you said you were getting sick of your blog.) Also, I loved your FML e-mail and still chuckle about it. And I read it to Lainie and couldn't get through it without cracking up. And I may or may not be writing this after drinking several margaritas. Can't wait for your visit to Houstonpieee!!!
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