Spring Break Tale, Part One

Once upon a time an Irish mam and an Irish dad came to visit their Irish son and not-so-Irish daughter-in-law in sunny South Florida. The Irish parents were given the keys to an apartment Ft. Walton Beach. It was decided that the four would drive the nine hours and spend a restful week along the Florida Panhandle.


When they arrived, it seemed the sun was also on vacation.


The warm, sunny temperatures they enjoyed in South Florida were no where to be found. They wore the couple of "winter" items in the suitcases for most of the week.


For fun they took a trip across the border to Alabama.
They met an alligator. (Okay so maybe they enjoyed looking at the alligator from a safe distance...)
They stopped and ate a nice lunch. Then they drove back to Florida.

And it rained.

And it rained.

And it rained some more. They had no cable TV, but the younger Irishman brought DVDs. Only Fools and Horses, Father Ted, Baywatch...exactly the kind of viewing that his wife barely tolerates.

By Thursday night it was time to pack up and prepare to head back to the sunny south. The group went to bed listening to thunder and pouring rain. They thought they would never see the sun again...