The Flap Family turned into Mud Birds and left Vermont for warmer climes last week. We flapped all the way to Florida. It was our annual sojourn to the Flap-in-laws. They are snow birds living in what has to be the fussiest 55-and-and-over retirement community ever. Just how fussy? There are weight limits (22lb. max) on the dogs allowed to live there. And it's enforced. It's really nothing short of one of those country club-style prisons-- it's completely fenced in, there's man in a little hut to wave you in and out, the whole bit. Actually, I'm thinking a minimum security prison has fewer restrictions--have a gander at these pool rules!
Their order makes no sense, but it all kind of builds up in the best "do not taunt happy fun ball" tradition.
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Holy shit, I pissed my pants laughing! Obnoxiously audible guffaws.
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