It made no difference if it was a family vacation or headed to the grocery store, my mother would plan it out to the smallest detail, barking out instruction that would make any Drill Sergeant proud, while my dad checked the tires and looked under the hood. Seating arrangements created to resolve sibling conflict; snack strategically placed within her reach.
“Anyone need to go to the bathroom?”
“Everybody have their purses, money, comb?”
“Last chance because once we start moving, we aint stopping.”
After about fifteen minutes into the trip, “Shoot Arlie, I think I left the coffee pot on.”
Jerry Brotherton 
Chortle!
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Thanks Liz. You are a true friend and your support is greatly appreciated.
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It’s my pleasure, Jerry!
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HAH! :D
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Ha ha ha …Thanks for the laugh. I’m sure this happened to me raising my kids.
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It’s probably happened to all of us at one time or another. Thanks for stopping by my friend. I appreciate the support.
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Most welcome!
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😂😂😂priceless
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My mother must have been your mother’s long lost twin sister.
Because that sounds like my mother to a tee.
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Hilarious.
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that last sentence reminds me of …ME!
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Ha… I think we all have been there.
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HA! I love your Mom! :-D
I have an aunt who used to pack snacks for the long road trips and before the family car even got down their l-o-n-g farm road to the highway she’d already be into the snacks! HA! :-D
HUGS and Happy Whee-kend!!! :-)
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Thanks my friend and the same to you.
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Love it! Fond memories… :)
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