my parents do not think they are rabbits. they would never dress up for a monarchy intervention. but i do love them. since they moved to oregon, i’ve seen them twice — once about nine years ago, for a week, and last year, i went up to help out while my dad had surgery. i was such a good little helper, i even got them a new paint job on their new truck! long story.
and they will be in town starting tomorrow, for nine days! i’m pretty excited, as is my son (who’s never met them). they’re staying at the ventura RV resort in their palatial fifth wheeler (thing is way nicer than my house, and almost as big). my parents are simple people who live very frugally, well, except for this little trailer fetish they have. they do love to roam around the west in their RV.
so i’ll have bunches of pictures to post, and hopefully some fun stories to tell, though i don’t think i could top the rabbit thing even if my parents lived to be a hundred.