Vacation Day Two was Auntie Karate's birthday. Mom also went shopping for a suitcase. Not a bigger one, but a smaller one. (Go figure.)
RED! What ever.
On Vacation Day Two, Mom cooked the books, and paid the Mr Bills. She cleaned the human litter box room and the kitchen, and even washed the floors, then she watched the tennis in New York.
I did this:
At least ONE of us knows the meaning of vacation.