After a yummy pulled pork sandwich (Mom saved some for me), we got back on the road.Mom started complaining about a "frickin' headache." Geez, Mom, take an Advil and get over it. I’m trying to sleep...
|Be vehwy vehwy quiet... I’m on the prowl.|
|Doh. He got away.|
Dad wanted all 3 of us to go for a walk, but when Mom saw this sign, she did a 180.
So we went without her (which was fine with me cuz she still kept griping about that headache).
All in all, it was a 'meh' kind of a day. Mom turned in early and Dad and I watched the Lakers.