Our Flake of a Mom

We told you about this already, but two(ish) years ago our pawrents made a very flaky decision. Our pawrents decided to move to Florida. We lived in good ol' South Carolina then (and keep in mind we do now). We packed up all our junk, loaded the truck, and drove alllllllllllll the way to Jacksonville. We got there. Mom and Dad hated the house and the neighborhood...

Which actually brings us to another flaky story. Mom and Dad rented a house that they had NEVER seen in pawson before. Like, never. They'd seen pictures on the internet, but had never been there in pawson. Mom says that in their defense (like there could possibly be a defense for being flaky AND stupid) they didn't have much time to pack up, load up, travel, and unpack before Dad started his job. {Mom and Dad learned a valuable lesson that day- you cannot always trust photos!}

Anyhow, we drove all the way there. Took FOREVER. Turned around and drove all the way back. What a day. Goodness gracious, what a day!!

So, our Mom (and really Dad, too) is flaky because she (and Dad) made us move and then not move all in one day.

So much for the Sunshine State.