Yep! I'm heading across the skies to San Diego, surf, sand, sun, good friends, good seafood, good Mexican. Heh! Who'd ever think a surfer and sailor would ever end up living in the hills of the Ozarks?
Escorting my 96 year old, independent to say the least, Mum back home to her own flat. She came back here on her own to see her first and only great grand daughter, born June 29. She's seen her, held her, rocked her, played with her, and now wants to go home. "I've had enough 'o Missoura", says she. "Time to get me home." Nervous about flying? Nah! not her. Now me, that may be a different story. I feel like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. It's not so much the actual flying as the waiting. Plus, I get bored easily just sitting and some people seem to take exception to my dancin' in the eisles.
Looking forward though to hookin' up with several old friends from high school. We always have a good time. We've come to understand that when we get thrown out of one place, there's another one not too far away.
So, ya'll talk amongst yourselves whilst I'm gone. Here's a thought. Post a question for me to answer when I get back. I'll do my dangdest to answer honestly and forthrightly.
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Ok my friend, do you think your 96 year old Mum would adopt me! LOL
With sheer delight! Dance in the street, she would.
Well, dance may be a strong word. There is no doubt she would haul you around the neighborhood and introduce you to all her friends and fellow cart pushers.
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