So my parental units are here, which is awesome because I always have such a good time with them and my dad is super handy, so I can give him chores and they get done. Not that Hotrod won't do them, but the man travels so much I feel bad laying a major list on him when he's home.
Today, my dad wants to go treasure hunting at Sebastian Inlet. This whole coast is lousy with sunken ships and lost treasure. It's not uncommon to find some of it washed up on the beach. (Provided you have a metal detector, which my dad does.) I am apparently the cheap labor on this venture, meaning I'll be either digging or sifting.
Should be...interesting. If you don't hear from me, I've gotten filthy rich. What? It could happen.
If that doesn't pan out, later on, my dad and I will be installing a new faucet in the garage sink. Try not to get jealous of my glamorous life.
Kristen, you are a wonderful daughter. There's no better gift you can give your parents than the gift of your time together (I tell my sons this all the time, but they still buy me dvds instead). :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like you already struck it rich.
Ha! Pan out!
ReplyDeleteMy dad would be totally into this idea. He comes Wednesday. Can he borrow your dad's metal detector? ;-)
Wow... that would be so fun.
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Here's hoping you find a tiara! You would look smashing with a diadem...
ReplyDeleteYou go girla nd if you find emeralds, please send me one. I just adore green sparkling stones. I love green in general, so yeah! Hugs and good luck becoming filthy rich. It's what makes life a heck more sweeter on the financial side of things.
ReplyDeleteI'm soooo going there with you when I get to Florida. We're gonna strike it rich, I tell ya!
ReplyDeleteThat actually sounds like a lot of fun!
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