As I may have hinted around to all my faithful readers, my Mom and Dad are presently in the land of Hawaii doing fun things.    They left my Gram and my Omi behind to "hold down the fort".    Gram said they would be lucky if the fort was still here when they returned.   Whatever.

So one of the supposedly fun things my Mom is doing in beautiful Hawaii is riding on a line with a big zipper attached to it.    I am totally confused as to this concept, so I asked Gram if she could help my Mouse Man look this activity up.     Oh my goodness!  The Princess is now very, very unhappy.    We looked it up and found this explanation of this craziness:

Ziplining is the sport of soaring high above the ground while your body is secured in a harness and attached to an overhead cable system.

I thought my Mom was pretty sensible, but now I think she may be having some sort of crisis in her life that would make her want to do this and call it fun.   Fortunately, my Gram asked to receive a message when it was all over, just so we would know that they lived through it.    The text message came over my Gram's phone, so we can only assume that my Mom and Dad arrived safely at the opposite end of the zipper from where they began.

Here is my problem with this entire thing.   My Dad gets carried away.   About many months ago, he decided that he needed a tree house.    Please do not ask me why, but somehow he convinced all of us that our property (and his life) would be enhanced if he had a tree house.   Keeping in mind, please, that my Dad is forty years old.   Gram said this is called a mid-life crisis.

So, when we were looking at pictures of beautiful rainforests in Hawaii and people zipping from one place to another, we encountered a place where someone like my Dad can actually purchase a kit to create a zip line in their very own living space.     If you don't believe me, ask your mouse to take you to I Don't Believe The Princess  and see what happens.

In addition to purchasing your very own Zip Line Kit, you will be able to acquire a 30-page booklet with helpful tips including a special section entitled "what if I don't have any trees".

So, here is "the deal" as they say.   What do you want to bet that when my Dad arrives back from his vacation that he will be immediately purchasing his very own Zip Line kit and installing it between our home and his tree-house.    And what is even more ridiculous is that Bob will probably line right up to be the first one to Zip It.

I'm going back to bed.

Love,
Daisy