High-Five, Good Buddy!

On Thursday, I wrote a post called, "Last Valentine's Day."

You remember.

The one where I learned my husband has taken several animal bodies to the dump?

Well, in the aforementioned post, I included a picture of my parents.

And I told you that the story behind that picture was a story for another day.

Guess what?

Today is that day.

So, my parent's were on this cruise for their 30th wedding anniversary.

Yikes!

They are old.

Anyways, as some of you might be aware, when you are on a cruise, you have the option to do little excursions.

Now, I was obviously not there.

No.

They left me and my man behind so we (and when I say we, I mean he) could throw away the carcass of their dog.

What are kids for?

So, of course, I will be taking liberties with this story.

I would guess that about 42% of is factual.

Enjoy.

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(My parents names are Grant and Connie)

Grant: We should pick out an excursion.

Connie:  Yes! We should definitely do that, pal.

Interruption:  I am certain that my parents are never romantic with one another. 

They are just super good friends. 

 Because that is simply too weird to think about.

And wrong.

Do not inform me otherwise.

I do not wish to know.

Thank you.

Grant:  Well, what sounds good to you, buddy?

They looked through the catalog.

Scuba diving?  No.

Parasailing? No.

Rock climbing.?  Definitely not.

Jeep ride through the country side?  Now we're talkin'.

Connie:  Dear friend, we should try this Jeep ride through the country side!

Grant:  Great idea!

Connie:  It is perfect.  I mean, you own a Jeep.  We like Jeeps!  And it is probably air-conditioned!

Grant:  Yes.  I am sure it has air-conditioning and hopefully satellite radio.  Just like my Jeep.

Connie:  Let's just hope it has leather interior.

Grant:  Of course, buddy ol' pal!  Great idea!  Let's do it!

And then they high-fived.

The next day, they showed up for their exciting adventure.

And much to their surprise, this was the kind of Jeep they were given:

And this is the kind of Jeep my dad owns:

Now, you must know a few things about my parents before we continue:

1)  They do NOT like to get dirty.  Ever.  My dad sometimes showers 2-3 times a day.

2)  My mom does NOT like her hair to get messed up.

3)  My mom does NOT like her makeup to get messed up.

4)  Both of them loathe wrinkles in their clothes.

Wrinkles are the devil.

Starch spray is their friend.

5)  My mom blow dries her hair while camping.

6)  She probably irons her undies

7)  They both greatly dislike being hot.

8)  They are not ever daring or adventuresome.

9)  Anyone who is daring or adventuresome is a "clown"

10)  They always high-five each other before bed.  They never kiss.

Because they are my parents.

And that would be gross.

So, they show up for their excursion, freshly showered, make-up'd, blow-dried, and ironed.

Ready for their air-conditioned ride through the country side.

Instead they are shown this Jeep:

They are paired up with another young couple.

Who, as you may have guessed, would later be dubbed "clowns."

And they are given bandanas to keep the dust out of their mouths.

Oh, perfect!

And they paid for this!

So, they get in the Jeep.

My dad volunteers to drive . . . as to avoid any "clownish-ness."

There is no, I repeat, there is no air conditioning.

Or Satellite radio.

Or any radio.

They get covered in dust.

They get drenched in mud.

They visit a tequila factory.

They have a lovely picnic at the beach.

Then they turn around.

They get drenched in mud again.

They get covered in dust.

They removed their bandanas

And went back to their rooms and took showers.

After which, I am sure they blow-dried, flat-ironed, make-up'd, and clothes-ironed.

And then they high-fived and went to dinner.

The End.