Not Traveling with the Ancient Anymore.
Flashback-My parents 50th wedding anniversary family cruise. My mom made us all wear specially made t-shirts to mark the event as “Kaplan Kruise Krew”. Of course, every black person on the cruise were happy to at sea with the KKK. As my father was disabled and not in control of his bladder for years by then, my mom did all their packing. By the second day, they couldn’t find all his stylish habband sansabelt shorts and pants. My 5’2″ dad and my mom insisted that the slight Filipino cabin steward was stealing my Dad’s pants. My sisters and I kept questioning what the black market price was on old man’s pee-spittled pants would bring. Of course, when they returned home, his clothes were all on the bed.
When we got back to my Mom’s senior living apartment today, she unpacked and couldn’t find her favorite necklace or all her shoes. Of course, she blamed the place’s cleaning lady for both even after unpacking her shoes herself. Closing out this chapter, suffice it to say that her tall cleaning lady isn’t walking around in my Mom’s size 5 shoes and we found the necklace was in a secret hiding place.
Rubber Chicken 