Sunday, February 20, 2011

Winter Run

She didn't make a peep during the entire run. As I finished I looked at her and those eyes said it all. I could only imagine what she was thinking," Mom I realize I have to choice as to what contraption you lock me in and no power over the way in which I am transported, but when you are old and gray and your choices have been taken away from you, I will put you in the most retched nursing home money can buy." Oh well...

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