All Wet

FMM: 7 mi

Hi, Pals,

Been tickling any rats? Just wondering...Bob and I took yet another beach side march at Malahide. We were rained on, blown around, pelted by little pea-sized hail, splashed by cars driving through puddles, and, of course, ended up walking twice as far as we intended. Bob's only comment, "Aren't the rainstorms better here than in Missouri? No fear of lightning or tornadoes." I told him that my goal before I leave is to go to the ocean once when I'm not cold, wet, or with a group of fitness freaks, and sit on a bench as long as I want just looking out... We leave for Edinburgh (pronounced "ed'in burrow"), Scotland, tomorrow to meet the Fosters. To save $75, we are not checking any luggage. We'll show that greedy Aer Lingus! Who needs luggage? We plan to spend our $75 at a fine restaurant, preferably one that allows faded flood pants, water-logged tennis shoes, and green suede St. Pat's ball caps. I warned Teresa that I was adopting the 3 layered vagrant look. She seems okay with it... No blog tomorrow. Catch you on Thursday.

Cracking about not packing (Okay this one has no rhythm, but I am off for a haircut and can't spend all morning thinking of cute ways to sign off!),

I remain

Tizzie/Tiz/Tizmom/Mom/Liz/Elizabeth