Monday, September 14, 2015


Graci and I were driving to the orthodontist today and we started talking about our trip to Bryce Canyon.  I asked, "Do you like camping?"

She replied, "Yes, but I would like a transporter."  (She means a Star Trek-like, instantaneous travel machine.)

Me:  "Oh, so you don't like the long drive."

Grace:  "No.  I just don't like packing clothes in a suitcase."

Me:  " So a four and a half hour drive is no problem.  You want a transporter just so you don't have to pack a suitcase?"

Graci (and I can practically see her skin crawling at the unbelievably repulsive thought of suitcase packing):  "Yeah, cuz you have to fold your clothes in the suitcase and then they're all wrinkled when you get there and you have to pack stuff that's a waste of time like sunscreen and bug spray and  you tell me I have to pack it and I never use it.  (Shudders)  Oooooh!"

That's our Graci:)