
Two weeks ago when i went to visit my Mother on Whidbey I had not a care in the world. (HA) And then I had a flat tire and thought Darn, I'm not going to change it I have roadside service let them. So I called and they couldn't find anyone to come over to an island and then they found someone but it would be 1 1/2 hours before they would get here. OK I said. We proceed to wait. Dave, who sometimes has diminished mental capacity (because of the stroke) was waving to everyone and having a high ole time. Me, I'm just waiting. Steam rising. Finally some goodlooking young men stopped and I told them the whole store and they said hey we can change it right now-no waiting. So said Go for it. they did and I found out I had a really BAD tire. So off they went on their merry way (they were very good-looking) and I proceeded to the tire place only to find out that all 4 tires were VERY BAD. I saw them and they were. So 4 new tires later and lunch with my mother turned out to be dinner and on the way home a loaded dumptruck swooshed by splattering me with small rocks and now I have a crack in my windshield. WAH!!
Yesterdays visit turned out uneventful. Kylee came with and here is a picture of G-G-mother (91) and Kylee (13). I said to Kylee who is barely 5ft. Look you are taller that Great grandmother and she said snort, anyone is taller than GGM. Teenagers. MB