Sometimes a delayed flight arrival can be a good thing. I managed to sleep in and get in my run before my Mom arrived. Someone decided to have a heart attack on the airplane and it set her back a few hours. Silver linings, people. I had a nice run while MR rode his bike along & was my waterboy. He found an amazing treasure- a minion from Despicable Me. I'd post a photo, but ipod is still broken. Nothing to listen to on my run either, so MR would sing out the lyrics to the songs on his ipod as we went along. Good times. Now I am awake at 12:40 am because some idiots in a trailer just outside our neighborhood are having some kind of yelling competition. Stereotypes are often based on reality. Trailer trash is a stereotype, isn't it? And yes, I lived in a trailer for a while 19 years ago. Ask RAD if you don't believe me- she's got some good memories. I'll bet bye-wing does too if they're not repressed too far down. I recall prostitutes, drug deals, and a very sweet old woman without any teeth.
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