That night we did what any smart person would do–eat. Gosh I love eating. It happened to be my dad’s birthday so celebrate we did. The night ended over coffee and conversation about death. What? You don’t celebrate birthdays by talking about such morbid subjects?
The following day my parents thought it would be fun for them to ride 40 miles on a bike. I thought it would be more fun to lay on the beach and drink margaritas. Apparently I’m the only one with brains in the family.
That night we decided to go ride turtles.