Please, don’t feed the bears

I’m not sure when she turned on us.  But Mom was a

real bear the first morning we went to the mountains.

I can’t do it now [it’s 12:45 a.m. y’all!], but I haven’t forgotten & totally still plan to post, “Vacation:  A Photo Blog”  [Isn’t that what I planned to call it?]  So tomorrow.  Yeah.  Tomorrow.

Until then, send up nice thoughts for me, because you guys … work is kickin’ my butt! 

But not as much as Gatlinburg kicked Harold’s.

So, I’m left to ponder whether this is normal, or whether my 

husband has taken the first difficult steps towards full-blown dementia.

And also, his shorts are not as short as they appear  :::shiver:::