Florida and a Funny Story about My Dad

So, I'm in sunny Florida right now and it is absolutely lovely. My grandpa is going to California to see my cousin's graduation so mom and I are down here to take care of grandma/ the house. Grandma just had foot surgery so she can't really travel very much anymore, but she's been walking around quite a bit so there are hopes of taking her to various activities such as shopping and maybe the LRO launch in a few weeks.

Yesterday was a long drive, but it actually was one of the most fun days I've had in a while with my mom. Car rides with her can either be extremely boring (she hates having the music on) or extremely epic. Luckily, yesterday tended towards the "epic" side. We spent pretty much the entire ten hour drive discussing a wide range of topics from dad and his most recent penny wise pound foolish endeavor to the shenanigans that go on at student stores to Liberty college's most recent attempt to literally ban liberalism from their campus. We made it down in about 10 hours, which was pretty good considering that there was a lot of rain and then a mild traffic hiccup near Jacksonville, Florida (oh yea...we drove to Florida from Boone in case you missed that).

If you are interested in knowing of Dad's most recent "penny wise/ pound foolish" endeavor, continue reading. If not, skip down a paragraph or so...but it's an entertaining story so I suggest you stay.

Dad likes saving money. This could possibly be the understatement of the century. He does not understand the concept of impulse buying and if it isn't sold at dollar general, we don't really need it (that was fun explaining to mom when we suddenly stopped having olive oil). Anyways, to save money on hand soap, he decided to water down the soap in the containers, making it something of a one part water, one part soap mixture. If you have ever had any experience with hand soap, you will know that this doesn't end well. The soap is now slightly lathery water with an orange tint which you can no longer just press down on the soap dispenser to get. If you were, it would squirt out everywhere except your hand. So you have to cup your hand carefully under the dispenser and squirt three or four extra times just to have enough soap in your hand to maybe wash your hands with; ultimately you have used more soap in the pricess than you would have if it had just been left alone. Dad still doesn't realize this and this makes me concerned that he's going to catch oink barf or something. Mom and I, on the other hand, have switched to bar soap. He can't water that down...can he?

Seeing as it is still eight in the morning, I'm not too sure what I'm going to do with myself today, though it will probably involve a combination of pool and hanging out with grandma and hanging out with grandpa.

PS- My grandparents are the cutest old couple ever. Grandma is a big talker and grandpa has the magical ability to turn off his hearing aid when he doesn't want to listen anymore. It's totally adorable. Ahh I love them.