posted by Shelley
It’s always a big deal for my Mom and Carl to head to Florida in the cold winter months. They have a place gulf side and would spend very little time in Indiana if not for family. I love it when they’re home — I not only enjoy their company, but they are awesome babysitters for the brown hound. The second they pull into their driveway in the spring, I have a bajillion jobs for Carl to do, and Mom normally spends at least 3 days sewing on buttons and cooking ‘real food’ — those things that I never took a great interest in.
I don’t know what I did to deserve it (heh), but recently Carl thought it would be great fun to shake me up. It’s no secret that their trips to Florida are short notice, but I do get a little warning. Standing at the kitchen sink, I hear the back door open and Carl announce that they are leaving immediately for their winter retreat. Whaaaaaa? I turn around to see them sporting their best ‘tropical’ outfits. Joke’s on them — I’m not sure I’ll let them leave until mid-January — certainly not until after the first big snow.
