Somewhere in Lancaster County, PA
Yesterday I ventured up to Lancaster County to visit the parental units. The madre' was no where to be found upon arrival. Of course I didn't give her any warning of my arrival, but I'm still going to hold this against her in my quest for inheriting the coveted family creche'. The padre' is in a memory care facility and usually ready for visitors until early afternoon...so I had a bit of time to waste (since mom blew me off).
So I drove around a bit and decided to channel my inner Zen with this guy. Drove right by him on a winding Lancaster County road...saw him in my rear view mirror, and pulled a U-bee. Okay, he looks kinda sweet....
"Shake a Tail Feather"
But he's got a bit of a mean streak in him. I'm glad I happened to be wearing my "running" boots...just sayin'. Not to make mom feel guilty or anything BUT...I broke a nail. That WOULDN'T have happened had you been home madre'.
Zen, Zen...gotta remember my Zen...