Okay, since I fully recognize that none of you care about our trip to Italy, but I clearly feel inclined to share, I will find a happy medium. I will share with you a few, selected stories from our trip.
The first was just a day into our trip. We started our journey in Florence, Italy. We stayed in a wonderful hotel that was recommended by our friend Rachel. The location was amazing, the room, fantastic, and most importantly, the soap smelled nice.
Evening Day 1: Jeremy showers, gets out, changes. Kara showers, gets out, begins to brush her hair. The phone rings.
Caller: "Mr. Frank, Mr. Frank, are you okay?"
Mr. Frank(aka Jeremy): "Uh, yea, thanks for asking"
Caller: "We were just alerted that someone pulled the emergency cord in the shower, do you need immediate assistance"
Mr. Frank "pause, pause..Uh no. She's fine. Thanks (in a very stern voice)"
Kara: "Who was that?"
Mr. Frank: "Kara, did you pull the emergency cord in the shower?"
Kara: "Emergency cord? No, I pulled the red handled string a bunch of times, but the light would not turn on."
Mr. Frank: "Kara..that is not a light. That is a help button. They just called to see if you were dead in the shower"
I guess cords in the shower in Italy mean HELP. In America, we only have help buttons in the shower of nursing homes. It's really not my fault.
Please help me with my campaign. Bring Beth to Italy. I can be quite convincing though. And the photos of Gelato that follow may just do the trick. If not, my second weapon, convince my dad. And he's an easy sell. He will drive her nuts until they go!