The Edge of Romance

           St. Bob and I just had a fabulous whale-watching trip in northern California.         

We saw amazingly gorgeous scenery:

       

Very romantically, I suggested we sit on the edge of one of the cliffs and watch the crashing waves. (Not cliffs, just plateau edges, really.)

          Bob was astonished that I would suggest something so dangerous. “I’m not sitting on the edge!” he said. “You’re the one with a life insurance policy—YOU sit on the edge!”

          Well, now I was laughing so hard my knees were buckling, so I did, indeed, need to sit down.

          And next week I’ll treat you to more laughs—all the funny signs we saw.

          Meanwhile, get a jump on Mother’s Day and order my books for your mom!

Rockin' it in the Desert

          What are kids for, if not to scare the living daylights out of their mothers?

          And this seems to have no age limit.  Last week I told you about my visit to Las Vegas with eldest son Richie, meeting up with son-who-lives-there Brandon, and Nicole, who came down from Provo, Utah to join us.

          But today you will see why many a mother has gray hair. Brandon decided to show us scenic Red Rock Canyon, just a few miles outside Las Vegas.  He also brought his Great Dane, Odin, along. 

          Did I mention that it was approximately 8,000 degrees outside? And no, you couldn’t fry an egg because any creature capable of laying an egg would be dead of heat suffocation. But there we were, determined to see the iron-rich cliffs and rock formations. (We also did not run into official “spokestortoise” Mojave Max, who was probably buried as deeply as he could possibly dig.)

          And what was the first thing the boys conspired to do?  Climb a cliff IN FLIP FLOPS.  Here they are, surely conspiring (Odin is probably an innocent bystander):

          Before you could say, “Is it hot or is it just me?” they were scuttling up the sandstone, and then waved from the brink of death:

          And, of course, it was only upon leaving that I noticed this sign:

          This is the real reason desert life gives you wrinkles.

          So stay inside, where it’s nice and cool, watch my YouTube Mom channel, and buy my new book, Golden, which makes a wonderful gift, in paperback or on Kindle.