Article Source: tandemtrekking.com
My mom, who will most definitely read this, is something of a worrywart. Which makes sense, I had to get it from somewhere, right? Yesterday I’m chatting with her on the phone and she inserts, “I’m really worried about your trip to Mexico.” Of course I knew she was really worried about our trip to Mexico. This is the same mother who, when my purse was found in a ditch in Flagstaff (near a hospital), mobilized the entire Flagstaff police force to find me, all before nine o’clock. Really I had just peed in a ditch on the way home from a bar, a little tipsy, and dropped it there. I expect worry.
What I don’t think she realizes is the amount of control I have to reign over my own worrywart genes. Because here’s the hitch, it isn’t always easy being an adventure couple. She is worried about her…
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