I´ve given Mary a hard time in the past on this blog, which led to her Aunt Alice and grandma getting her a shirt that says ¨Very High Maintenance," (great gift, btw) but I believe I owe her an apology.
In the past week and a half, I have seen her spend three days shoveling rubble in a dusty earthquake destroyed city, spend two nights on overnight buses with cockroaches (one of which got so lost that it had to make two 19-point turns with its back end hanging over a 30 foot cliff), and do a three day hiking trip through the second deepest canyon in the world which included over a vertical mile of ascents (with a particularly brutal 3600 foot climb at the end of it).
So I apologize. I was wrong. It was completely unfair to suggest that Mary is anything but the lowest of maintenance. Mea culpa.
Of course if she´d gotten the mule she´d wanted to carry her out of the canyon, I´d probably be forced to write about the facial she´s getting as I write this post.
3 comments:
That's my Mary! Low-maintenance is how we roll. :)
Mary's shown she's a lot tougher than I am, that's for sure! (But Grandma and I are glad you liked the shirt ;-)
And besides - I'm thinking you NEED a facial, or more likely a whole body massage, after hiking 3600 feet in ANY direction, let alone UP.
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