My speed = exactly 1 mph less than the speed of the wind blowing my beach ball down the Lake Huron shoreline. My Mom's speed = just fast enough to catch said ball without spilling her coffee. As an added bonus, she simultaneously recreated a bad parody of "Baywatch: Where Are They Now?". Ever heard of an under wire, Lady? Call Victoria, it's not really a secret.
Did I mention I KNEW I couldn't catch the ball? ;) That crazy woman chased my beach ball at least 1/2 dozen times. Remind me again...What's the definition of insanity?
