Posted by on Aug 7, 2014 | 6 comments

 

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 She’s in there somewhere…

Well, I’m glad mama didn’t take me along but all of those crazy kids and anthros and anthro kids went go-karting, whatever THAT is, and I said to mama, “Are you sure you want to do that (I didn’t say, “at your age”, but I would never be so impolite) and she looked askance (love that word) at me and siad, “Loulou, are you out of your little kitty mind? OF COURSE I’M GOING GO-KARTING!

And that was that.

And so she did and on the second run, after papa had coached her on how to take certain corners and how to go flat-out (like me in the garden chasing spook-cats) on the straightaways and after having done two cycles and taken a corner really well (she thought since she’d botched the first time), she started for a straight, time-gaining run and TWO IDIOTS missed taking the curve THE RIGHT WAY and banged into mama’s car, snapping her neck in a most unpleasant way and so she pulled over and lost the rest of the run and was fuming when she got back to the start.

Those guys are just lucky they still have their…well…whatevers.

They also hit her little grandson’s car and that is NOT ACCEPTED.

Hey, that’s life around here in summers with kids, and I made her put a bag of frozen chicken broth from Picard (our frozen food gourmet store) on her poor neck and she took some acetaminophen and all was well in an hour or so.  Everyone says chicken soup cures! But I can tell just from her expression that it was a BIG BANG and frozen pack or not, she’s aching.

Maybe there is little politeness on a go-kart track—I wouldn’t be surprised. Even in the family, mama says that those guys are competitive as if they were driving in the Grand Prix!!!

They should watch me when I take off and get some pointers….

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Well, there I am, that little dot on the right chasing that other dot.  I sneaked out to the go-kart place and let myself rip!!!

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Tired but happy…that’s hard work.