So the other day my mum says "Your Dad and I are going to drive to Dallas Monday."

You see, this is really my Mum's tactic for getting me to drive them to Dallas.

Two 80 year olds, 1 car, ~500 miles = recipe for disaster. Dad says he can drive just fine. The Parkingstons shakes and the inability to stay awake for longer than 20 minutes at a strech? Heck, I guess he'll walk it off. My Mom says she can drive just fine- despite being scheduled for cataract surgery in July and being unable to read street signs.

OK- whatever- I give into the guilt trip. If I let them do it themselves... oh the horrors.

How bad can it be right?

As soon as we're on the road, my dad turns on his new toy- a CD changer full of classic country music.

My Mom poits at every baby she sees and says Oh how darling!

By the time we reached Shrevesport, I remembered why I did drugs in the first place and wondered why I ever stopped.

We get to the concrete maze of Dallas finally about 3:00. They both tell me I'm going the wrong way- untill I finally pull up in my brothers front yard.

They are playing with their grandchildren.

I am hiding. And planning an unexpected glitch for a certian CD changer. I will fix later and appear heroic.

Someone in Dallas owes me big time! Otherwise they would have been smashed into by a blind woman with cataracts or a 80 year old asleep at the wheel.

Perhaps this is accumulating a little good karma?

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BTW- Boo the Cat is spending the week at Sargent Rock's Doggie Dicipline Summer Camp[/i]. Tune in next time as we see how Boo fared. Last time he came back with tats and a harmonica.