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One of us is going senile...
Oct. 23rd, 2009 08:04 am...And I think it's me.
Eldest daughter lives in Daytona Beach, Florida. This fact is important. She has been married and divorced once already, which is also important, but not so much to this post.
Recent series of phone calls/text messages:
Her: Mom, E and I are getting married in October.
Me: Congrats, honey. Just be sure you blah blah blah mom lecture time.
Her: Everything will be peachy, don't worry. And by the way we'll be going to Naples to get married and for the honeymoon. We don't want a big fuss this time out.
Me: Ok, that sounds like a good plan.
The key phrase here is, "we will be going to Naples". My brain heard Florence and I have been telling all and anyone who will listen that they went to Italy. Imagine my surprise when I get this text.
Her: Woo hoo, we're in the Everglades!!
Me: What happened to Italy?
Her: Mom, we went to Naples, FLORIDA!
In my own defense, whenever anyone says anything about going to Italy, I immediately thing of Sandra Bullock in While You Were Sleeping and her life's goal of going to Florence for her honeymoon. So, does that make me a romantic, or just a raving lunatic?
Eldest daughter lives in Daytona Beach, Florida. This fact is important. She has been married and divorced once already, which is also important, but not so much to this post.
Recent series of phone calls/text messages:
Her: Mom, E and I are getting married in October.
Me: Congrats, honey. Just be sure you blah blah blah mom lecture time.
Her: Everything will be peachy, don't worry. And by the way we'll be going to Naples to get married and for the honeymoon. We don't want a big fuss this time out.
Me: Ok, that sounds like a good plan.
The key phrase here is, "we will be going to Naples". My brain heard Florence and I have been telling all and anyone who will listen that they went to Italy. Imagine my surprise when I get this text.
Her: Woo hoo, we're in the Everglades!!
Me: What happened to Italy?
Her: Mom, we went to Naples, FLORIDA!
In my own defense, whenever anyone says anything about going to Italy, I immediately thing of Sandra Bullock in While You Were Sleeping and her life's goal of going to Florence for her honeymoon. So, does that make me a romantic, or just a raving lunatic?
