So, Where are You Going?

When I was little, my mother always said that I was driving her to the nut house.

When I turned 16, I got my license...one step closer to driving my mom to the nut house.

When I became a mother, I knew what the nut house was.  I just didn't know where it was.

I was in Flagstaff a few weeks ago.

I found the nuthouse, and it's a lovely place.  I told my mom that I'd pick her up and after 40+ years, it is time for us to hit the road...I'm driving her to the nut house.

My mother was not amused.  I was.





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