It sounds lovely, but my three days in Florida is probably it for personal time this year. You can drive us to the airport on the Tuesday morning and pick us up on the Thursday evening, so as not to interfere with your dad’s schedule.
Unless you go to a concert in Greensboro on the Thursday with Bill and his byos. I haven’t heard about it lately, so maybe they couldn’t get tickets.
The continuing miss adventures of the tax-chick family.
Where would we be without them? Lost in space, surely.