I got so many nice comments from you all, wishing me a lovely Florida vacation.
And then, of course, there was Calikim’s comment warning me of a SERIAL KILLER IN BOCA RATON. At first I thought, California Kim was just trying to sabotage my vacation because she lives in San Francisco where it’s always inexplicably colder than it should be.
But after a little frantic Googling, I realize she’s just trying to save my arse.
Apparently, there have been a few horrific murders in Boca Raton over the past year or so (either at the mall or outside the mall) that may be related. So that sort of settles the, “Should we run by the Gap while we’re here?” question.
Umm… no thanks.
California Kim watched a whole “20/20” special and advised me to avoid the mall, not to drive a black SUV (the victims drove black SUV’s) but rather to stick with the reliable Yugo.
Apparently, nobody kills anybody for a Yugo.
Murdering spree hysteria aside, I’ve really been enjoying our Florida trip.
Each morning, the newspaper will say, “Today the temperature is 72 degrees. Feels like 71 degrees.”
So I immediately take off my 72 degree weather outfit and put something on that’s more appropriate for 71 degrees, which is why it totally pays off to read the paper.
During our visit, Rick’s 85 year-old grandmother Sylvia (aka Mom Mom) taught me how to play the card game Casino. And then I whooped her butt at cards.
Before you admonish me for being some kind of card shark and picking on Rick’s grandmother, just know, that she is a very sharp, witty, sassy lady who is a master at card games.
Here she is with Rick and the girls…
She’s the one on the left in case you are confusing her with Summer.
Oh sure. She looks sweet. But I promise you, she’s already fine tuning her ruthless techniques right now for our next 52-card face off. I’m screwed. I’m definitely going down.
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Contributing mama Karen Palmer Bland offers a spirited defense of pizza as she fesses up about her little secret. Click on contributing mamas to read more.