My mother is so predicatable, so readable, so . . .
She sent me a listing for a local cottage for rent, minus any personal commentary as to why. Beautiful, spacious, with horses.
But you see, I *know* my mother.
I wrote back and asked: "So, did you book it?"
The reply came quickly: "No, I reserved a room at _________!"
"When will you get here?" I excitedly asked.
"Sunday. Motorcycle in tow. Leaving this morning."
{{SNOOPY DANCE!!!}}
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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3 comments:
Enjoy!
What a blessing to be able to spend time with her! She sounds like a hoot and fun to be around.
That so sounds like your mother, Angi! And of course she'd be here in time for your birthday and anniversary on Monday! Have a happy! You too, Gil!!!
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