some things never change

My parents came to town last Thursday. Picking them up at the airport is an easy feat.They are easy to spot.  My dad is the one wearing white socks under his Birkenstock sandals and has a ginormous camera around his neck. My mum looks drunk (she’s on Valium, or horse tranquilizers) and usually starts crying when she sees me. Yup…nothing has changed.

My mum spends an unusual amount packing her purse for their daytrips. I always wonder what she packs and why it takes so long. Yesterday, I learned the hard way. My dear mother packed my wallet on her day-long journey, which would have been a key component in my Sunday trip to the grocery store. Boy, did I miss my mum

1 Comment

  1. Anonymous September 1, 2006 at 5:44 pm

    That’s it! We can’t choose our parents.