No, I didn't die yet. I've been on a road trip. And a Dad Checkup. Drove down to Florida last weekend, and I'll be driving back starting today. I don't like Florida well enough to live here. It's too hot and humid and although the gecko's are cute, I really don't want to find one on my computer monidtor one morning like Dad has.
It seems hard to convince him that I like spending my vacation time with HIM - not with the mouse or at Busch gardens or anything. It's quiet and peaceful where he lives, he has a grapefruit tree that SOME DAY I will be down here when the grapefruits are ripe - but it is all quiet and serene.
I'll write more later - I need to find my hairbrush which seems to have decided it wants to stay in Florida - it is hiding.
451 days, I think...