Somewhere north of Palm City, on the Florida Turnpike, but not as far north as Palm Bay and nowhere near as far north as Palm Coast this morning, the Emperor passed through the 43,000 mile mark.
We went back down to Florida for the second weekend in a row so I could help BIL Paul empty all he and Sandy’s personal belongings off their boat, as they have decided to sell it. You wouldn’t think there could be that much stuff on on a 37′ boat, but because they could actually live aboard the thing, it was basically a second household.
Last week we drove the Miata down, but this week we had to take the Purple Whale as it did nothing but whine all week about how come we took the Emperor to Disneyland, but not him. I told the mauve mammal of the sea that we didn’t go to Disneyland last week and weren’t going this week, but if he wanted, we would take him to the same place we took HRH. So that’s what we did and now he is even madder at us because not only did we not go to Mouseville, we didn’t stop at Marineland to see his relatives..