The Good, The Bad and Tomorrow, The Funny

The good part about our Thanksgiving trip was that Mr. Pop surprised me with a trip to Busch Gardens in Tampa. It had been years and years since we had visited the park. Even better, he had purchased special tickets which gave us the opportunity to ride out to where the animals live. We rode in the open back of a safari like truck. Once near the giraffes, the truck stopped and the park person opened a cooler on the truck filled with fresh, crisp, chilled romaine lettuce. Seems giraffes love this stuff because about six or seven of them surrounded the truck and their big heads moved right in among us as they munched the lettuce we handfed them. Everywhere we looked there were giraffe necks, heads and mouths. We could touch them all along their head and neck. I had so much fun and laughed so much that I think I became a little kid during those moments. I’ll never forget the experience. Ever had a giraffe nudge your head and back with it’s big beautiful head? Ever hug a giraffe’s neck? Now I can say that I sure have.

Yes, the female on the left in the second picture, wearing the white USF sweatshirt is me and as Mr. Pop often says, “All that hair”.

The bad part was, I woke up in the hotel Thursday morning sick as hell. I was just way too sick to attend the big family Turkey Day dinner. Mr. Pop went but only stayed a few hours. I slept the whole time he was gone. He was sweet and brought back a plate filled with all the required Thanksgiving dinner treats. I picked at it but was just sick to really chow down.

By Friday morning I was feeling a little better and by Sunday I was almost as good as new. I guess Madam Karma showed me a thing or two. After all my smarty pants comments last week about what I might say or do at the family Thanksgiving dinner, she twanged me with her magic sick twanger and kept my smarty pants attitude sick in the bed.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you about the funny part of the trip….at least it seems funny now.