I have multiple stories to share about my mini vacation with the rents over this past weekend. I think I should add the fact, I have not went on vacation with my parents since before college. So, i was a little nervous about how I would do spending 24 hours with my momma, but I had a blast. It was nice to be a "kid" again. To have someone over me to make decisions. It was a nice break. I think as a kid I was so gun hoe about not having my parent make decisions, but now I can appreciate a break from being an adult.
Story One: The groundhog. Before we even left the Lasley plantation I was laughing my face off at my parents. Dutchess, the farm dog, was barking her heart out at a pile of dirt. My daddy being the curious george that he is had to figure out what was pestering this dog. Well, it was a ground hog. You must know that my daddy was a deep down hatred for ground hogs. He thinks they play games with him on his many endeavors to trap and destroy the little pests. So, here's my knight and shinning armor of a father poking a stick at this little ground hog, while momma and myself wait patiently in the driver side opened door car. (the driver door being open is a key part to this story.) The ground hog is scared trying to figure out where to go, my daddy is jumping around wondering where it is going, and all the while I am thinking what is he trying to do. Daddy takes a kick at the ground hog... and misses. Hit's the dirt. Straight up kicked the dirt. Then tried again, and kicked the little pest. Not to be deterred, that little rodent went back to the other side of the dirt pile only to be followed by my father. Who, got his stick out and poked the ground hog one more time. Well, this time the ground hog took off. Straight towards our car. Straight towards the open door on the car. Straight towards my Momma, who has by this time unbuckled her seat belt, has her hand on the door handle and ready to jump out of the vehicle and let the ground hog have it. While Momma is trying to flee, daddy is now running after the rodent with is hands in front, as though he's trying to catch it, saying, "oh no... not the door. Not the car." I'm in the back seat in tears from laughing. This is my family. This is the start of my weekend. Oh my....
Well the ground hog did not jump in the car (good thing because Momma would have blamed daddy for leaving the door open!) it ducked down below the chassis towards the barn, only to mock my father another day.
Story 2:... Apollo's Chariot.
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