Poor Mom and Dad…
I suppose it’s too hot. Or the ice cubes aren’t shaped right.. or the ocean mist is… well.. too wet.. or something.
That’s right. A tleast I’m in Northern Illinois where all the fun is. After all, at least I don’t need to worry about sun poisoning or heat stroke. I’m not sweating that anxiety feeling that comes with too many choices.. should I have the lobster bisque or coconut shrimp?
Thanks Mom and Dad for going on a month long trip to Tahiti and the Mexican Riviera and sparing me the hassle of having to go myself. Whew!