Yesterday, I took the train for a 4 hour trip to Iowa, to pick up my 94-year-old father-in-law, who I am driving back to Chicago today where he will stay with us for five days and four nights. I really do love him, but this morning confirmed how much of a snob I am - I'm stuck drinking instant coffee with 2% milk, and I really hate it. I mean, I really hate it.
Thanks for listening to my whining.
Thanks for listening to my whining.