The King Of Some Place Hot
The other day Dylan came up to me and we started talking about ‘things’. She suddenly asked when our kitty was going to die. (?) Kitty is 16 years old but still doing OK except for some fur-ball irregularity.
I said why do you ask?
She asked, “Will he die on Christmas or on my birthday?”
I said I don’t know. I followed with everything dies at some time. I will die someday. She will die someday.
Dylan snaps back, “Oh no! Not my Grandpa and Grandma. They are going to live forever!”
It was touching. But for superstitious reasons I didn’t feel like I dared share that moment with my parents. But Dylan must think something special about them. She’s smart!
Me? Not so smart! Ask you-know-who. You see about 6 months ago I booked a vacation to the Caribbean in September. How crazy was that? It was our opportunity to make it past the continental shelf at last. But anybody that lives east of Texas knows that September is prime hurricane season. Why would you pay for a flight and reservations when a storm could wipe the whole darn thing out? Not so smart.
Not so smart? Have you felt how great the temperature has been this week? About the time the high heat and humidity finally go away and the long awaited cooler temperatures slide in…we are going someplace hot and humid again! I think I would rather stay here in the 60’s and 70’s. BUT….my three girls and I are going anyway. Wish us luck! ~ I am sure it will be great!
Dylan says she doesn’t want to go thou. I asked, “Why?” She said she would rather go (up) to Ocean City, where we spent last summer’s vacation at….along the beach and boardwalk, rides and bikes, ocean and putt-putt and …Grandpa and Grandma. They have spoiled her real good!
Have a great weekend everybody!