We visted our old Kew Garden’s neighbors and friends Rob and Tara to witness the Baptism of their daughter Grace. (Isn’t she adorable?) Everything went well. Rob’s dad, a minister, presided over the service. Afterwards they had a reception in the church basement. We had a wonderful time, and CootieGirl was a very good girl. She slept quietly through most of the afternoon.
Grace wanted to pet CootieGirl like she does her cats, Rocky and Bruce. They are going to be great friends when they get a little older.
Everything went well until we drove home in the rain. Up until 9th Avenue in Manhattan the ride was typical. Then we hit the Van Wyke. Nobody has ever beaten the Van Vyke. (Just kidding. That’s just a little Seinfeld sneaking out.) Actually nobody was going to beat the Lincoln Tunnel this day. And we sat for an hour and a half moving about two blocks in that time. Not typical. We could have trimmed a half hour or 45 minutes if we didn’t try to save time and go down the truck route. Oh, well.
I fed CootieGirl while we were stuck in traffic, quieted her down and eventually we were off for home. CG loves car rides. Good for us!