I awoke to an unfamiliar, furry pug in my face. Squishy was home! Of course it's a happy ending. Someone had found Squishy and Bryce had picked him up. Shelby and Janie (his biggest fans) could rest easy. The morning was quite stormy, dispelling any trace chance of us leaving that day, to which the Hutchens were glad to enjoy our company for one more day, or so they said.
Adhering to the "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" motto, we returned to Jimmy's egg and we all got the exact same thing (I think), except this time Railey and Cooper came with us. Yum.
When we returned to the house, I figured I would try to get some work done so I rolled down the street to Starbucks to get online. They charge for their internet! Whack. Even some Burger Kings have free wifi. Anyway, I did some work for a while like the other cool people you see with laptops at cafes. Paul had plans to make dinner as a thank you for hosting us, so I returned around dinner time.
Priding himself on his guineau abilities, he made some pasta and sausage soup. It was delicious, although he wasn't 100% satisfied with his work. Everyone filled up on his meal, and Shelby Paul and I decided we'd have to top it off with some Jamba Juice, a smoothie making company right down the street. I was excited. I hadn't had any since Fresno, California a few years ago (check that, maybe once in Boston, not sure).
They were just as lovely as I remembered. Go if you are ever near one.
After Jamba, Shelby had to return a movie at Blockbuster, so we stopped in to check out another. We ended up renting Swingers, a must see early Vince Vaughn Jon Favreau flick. I had explained a lot of the parallels to Paul along the trip, and it was only 99 cents, an easy decision. We again had a late night, as we stayed up watching the movie. We had good laughs, and well fed, were ready for possibly our longest day yet. We were looking at roughly 130 miles to Woodward, Oklahoma.
We could do it.
Everyone rested easily, and Squishy was home.
Life was good.