Trip to Mom’s

So, very deliberately and quite seriously, Grandma said, "You can look at my underwear, snaotheus." Grandma was high as a kite!

We’re back from Mom’s. We took lots of pictures, and I had lots of fun. KrisDi claims she had fun. She might have been completely high on a cocktail of milk stout (see also), benadryl, and Allegra. Believe it or not, KrisDi managed to be allergic to all three of the cats at Mom’s and all the hair and dander. She toughed it out, though. Here she is climbing trees.

I gotta admit, though, she’s one hell of a shopper. I flew for free on miles earned from work, she flew for about $200 on a discounted ticket, and she got a rental car for $84 ($15 might come off of it soon after some phone calls). The hotel front desk person was a little shocked when our daily rate came up as $1.00 ($1.10 with tax). For our four day stay, we paid $4.40 for hotel. It would be cheaper to live in the hotel at that rate than to live at home. WAY cheaper.

Mom likes her camera (after all, she picked it out), and took a bunch of pictures with it (some of them are posted here [you can tell them apart from mine because they display composition and balance and a noticeable absence of a four-second shutterlag]). Grandma was delighted with our visit, frequently introducing us to strangers as her “precious grandson” and his “precious girlfriend.” Well, that’s how it was at first. By the end of the visit, it was “my grandson and his precious girlfriend.” I don’t know how she did it, but KrisDi usurped my “favorite” status, hard-earned over the course of 24 years through hand-made leather earrings and other well-constructed gifts, in a weekend.

I’m not entirely sure how this might be related to my displaced “favorite” standing, but Grandma showed me her undies. She fell down a week or so ago, and bruised herself up something fierce. Mom told her to lift her dress up to her knees so I could see the contusions, and Grandma complied by pulling it up to her waist. I nearly choked, and Mom started laughing and told her I probably didn’t want to see that. So, very deliberately and quite seriously, Grandma said, “You can look at my underwear, snaotheus.” Well, not snaotheus. But you know what I mean. Mom blames it on the double-dose of Percocet. Grandma was high as a kite!

We saw the salmon run and the seals waiting for the tired salmon to swim into their mouths (and the penned-up salmon at the fishery), went and saw a bunch of neat stuff at a paleontology or anthropology (some -ology or other referring to the study of weird peoples and the collection of their odd little hand-made artifacts) museum. KrisDi tried to feed one of the statues some kabanosy (thin, dry-ish kind of kielbasa) because it was begging. I was a little surprised it didn’t follow us home. We went five pin bowling (here‘s what it is). KrisDi emasculated me, winning 157 to 77 in the first game, 105 to 99 in the second game. We also spent a night playing Feds ‘n Heads (see). And that was pretty much our trip, besides a mad dash through the airport after our two-hour cushion was eaten by an interstate accident that halted traffic, giving Mom a good reason to send us on a fifty-mile detour (that got us 20 miles closer to our destination) in an attempt to keep us from going home.

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