Boise morning

Here we are finally at the right hotel in Boise. We are the only ones here. Creepy.
Kelly and Robby in the empty parking lot in Boise at the Double Tree.
Oops, while Robby and Kelly rifled through the car, I was finding out we were at the wrong hotel.
We don't have a hotel from Kansas City, MO, to Orlando. I was mapping out just where we should stay. From the end of the glove to the crotch of the fingers is about 800 miles. FYI.



This is Robby doing his part to remove ice from his windows.

















It's six in the morning in Boise. Three inches of snow fell last night. The weather looks good (relatively speaking) from here to Ogden. Robby and I just used moisturizing masks and getting ready to go to the fitness center. Kelly sleeps. Later, Kelly and I are going shopping while Robby does some school work. There is a Sierra Trading Post Outlet nearby having a sale. I will also contact AAA (thank you, Tracy) to find a place to fix the spare. It has been flat since fall, when it was flat in the driveway and Elliot and Travis fixed it (Thanks)...Elliot wouldn't put it back on the car so I wouldn't get complacent and not fix it, so he put it in the back...that was in October. He underestimates my complacency.

Tracy downloaded some travel games for us. But the game that has emerged as a fan favorite is "Guess What Robby is Trying to Say". Let's play a warm up round for you folks at home:

Sophomore year, Robby wrote a poem titled: "The Genital Touch of Spring" What was he trying to say? Good. Gentle correct.

Senior year, he wrote an essay for a scholarship about his most influential educator (me). He reported that I had "excitement coming from my lesions" --this is a little tougher. If you guessed lessons you are correct. However, my lesions don't lack for excitement.

Yesterday, Robby stated his New Years revolution is to be more matriculate when he speaks.

Kelly grows tired of the game, and especially if Robby tries to give her a tip for self improvement she shoots back with some helpful namecalling: stupid, idiot, moron...

If Robby mentions one of his minority affiliations (Jewish, Native American to name two) Kelly tells him idiot isn't a race.

That's why Robby feigns sleep.

...and you thought we just sang!