Washington, D.C.; Back Rubs and Fire Alarms
Its Sunday. I’m still on the seven day schedule at the massage parlor. I don’t really have time for this seven day crap, but that’s the cards I’ve been dealt right now.
Ivy was on her extended weekend that I’ve been telling you about. Just to bring you up to date, Ivy and three friends found some app on one of their smart phones for some company that sends people on surprise vacations. I didn’t need or have an app to send me on surprise vacation, I had a Dad for that. Every time he said we were going on vacation he would say, “We’re going on vacation.” One of the brothers would say, “We went on vacation ten years ago, we’re going again?” I’ve used that strategy on both batches of my kids.
Sorry, I drifted a little. I think I’m a little stressed about this massage parlor thing.
Anyway, Ivy and her friend’s surprise vacation took them to Washington D.C. What a time to be in Washington, D.C.
Ivy’s friends were from Louisiana and Michigan. That does have anything to do with the story, but I’m kind of jealous Ivy has more friends than I do, and some of her friends live far away. Sorry, stress got to me a for a minute.
I guess this app thing worked like this. You tell your smart phone how much time you want to be on vacation, how much you want to spend, and where you’ve been recently, Then the little guys in your smart phone pick where you are going on vacation. The phone picked Washington, D.C.
Ivy has been texting little photos of the Washington and Lincoln monuments, the White House and the Smithsonian to my “smart” phone, I’ve seen photos of all that stuff before, but they were bigger. I’ve actually seen them in person, when I was stuck working in Richmond, Virginia.