Monday, January 17, 2011

It's that time again

The days are flying by and soon we will be on our way to Florida.

So conversations like this are bound to happen:

Mom, "I sure I hope can walk when I get there"
Me: "Why, are you having trouble walking?"
Mom: "Well, I've only been walking here in the house"
Me: "Do you want us to take the walker along with us. You could use that to go to the beach"
Mom: "I don't want no walker. The guys will never give me a second glance if I have a walker"
Me: "No problem. I'll hide it in the sea oats"

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