Jenni sent me this yesterday as she and mom went to pick up dad from the airport:
"Quote from daddy. 'the next m-fer i run into that doesnt speak English better be a g-d hotel maid in Las Vegas.' i didn't actually type the curse words; but u get the idea."
Clearly, dad is over the whole world-traveler thing and is ready to be home in Vegas.
Then, she sends me this. I never thought I'd see this miracle in all my life.
My parents. Holding hands. Like they love each other. As if they missed each other. Maybe there's hope for them after all...
