Over Seas

Some times I get the feeling that I'm not being peppy enough for the blogosphere.  I was over at BooMama's seeing how a Southern Girl blogs, and gee whiz is she peepy and funny and cheeky and has all that goin on. I want to  be like her.  But I'm not Southern and I don't have a peppy bone in my body.  Peppy is too close to  pepper and I'm sorry but I don't like pepper.

Other blogs are also very informational.  Half my pins on Pinterest a photos of tutorials.  How To Make The Best Chocolate Cake.  How To Make Life Changing Pecan Pie.  How To Boil The Perfect Egg.  How To Paint A Chair.  How To Paint The Empire State Building.  

I haven't done a tutorial in ages.  So here goes:

How To Get Your Mother To Take You To France.

1.  Every time your mother travels somewhere say, "Aww, can't you fit me in your suitcase?  Aww, that would be so much fun if I could go.  I promise not to get sick in the middle of the vacation and get to tired to go on any adventures.  We would have so much fun, don't you think I'd fit in your carry on?"

2.  Be willing to spend your inheritance on a trip to France.   Okay.   It's not really "my inheritance" is it?  It's money in the bank my mom earned and inherited from her mom and dad.  It's money my mom might need when she's 80  instead of my husband and I moving her into my tiny home so that we can care for her.  

3. Be willing to take a risk.  My Mom aksed,"Do you want to go to France?"  I said, "Sure, haha, how am I going to make that happen?  My husband isn't making a living, and I'd be gone for 3 weeks without pay.  Right now I can't even pay for my passport."  It's a risk.  I get to go somewhere awesome.  I get to be with my Mom.  Everything will come together.  

At first it was a Mother & Daughter trip with other mother's and daughters, but right now it's a Mom and Dapoppins trip and we are gonna be like Mutt and Jeff, Minnie and Daisy, Lucy and Ethel.  Mom's gonna teach me how to drink wine and not fall asleep at the table or get heart burn, and I'm gonna teach her to chase pigeons and not get pooped on.  (Note: There is a preposition at the end of that last sentence, it's drivin me nutts.  Grammar experts, how can I sound funny and still not dangle?)  We will go to the Loo...maybe that's Louvre and a real Paris flee market or ten.  Aparently there are about seven other stops on the trip but I can't get over the flea market.  I dream about good flea markets and estate sales, people, where everything is a quarter and I buy so much I have to ask people to carry stuff home for me. I keep hearing about the beatiful treasures of the Paris flee market and it is almost as important as tasting the goods in everysingle pastry and sweets shop that we come across. 

It's going to be quite the adventure.  Now...I just need to find a good prices (cheap) Android tablet that I can use wi-fi on overseas.  Any ideas?