Why Would I Want to Do This?

You know what’s in Florida? Alligators are in Florida, along with old people, Disney World and my Aunt Liz. I should amend that to my crazy Aunt Liz. You know how everyone everywhere has one Aunt or Uncle that’s a little bit off the Richter scale?

That’s Lizzie. She’s a bit of a whack a doo. I love her, but now it has fallen upon me, the ever reliable oldest child, to go and retrieve her from Florida so that she can live in a home near my mother. I leave tomorrow, and I’m still looking for cheap car rentals in Florida. I’d love to just pick up an Orlando rental cars at the airport, one of those easy rent a car things.

I really don’t want to do this. First of all, the woman makes me nervous, and not in nervous laughter kind of way. She’s odd. Now I not only have to talk with her, but I have to travel with her for the better part of twenty four hours. Maybe I better upgrade that car; the nicer ones have a longer distance between the two front seats, and right about now that sounds fantastic. Alright, rental car is booked, I’m off to bed and rising to one tough day.