Rolling, Rolling, Rolling…

Mom is getting rather dangerous with her wheelchair. She thinks she can go anywhere with it.

We can’t even get into that much trouble ‘cuz she can easily reach us.

Don’t tell our readers that we get into trouble.

Oops……….ignore what I said.

Mom told her brother that she can parallel park with her wheelchair and do a nifty job of driving it backwards. Of course he just laughed and said that may be true but she sure can’t do it with her car!

We begged and begged and Mom let us go outside for a bit.

Steinbeck doesn’t know but I found a secret stash of catnip. I headed right over there and indulged. My but that catniptini was good!

Hemingway, what are you doing over there?

Just looking for rocks.

That’s dumb.

MOL!!! I will never tell him the truth. That plant is mine.