Safari, baby

You have a very strange Grandmother. And Uncle Chris. I just received this email from Grandma regarding our imaginary African Safari this weekend for Mother's Day:

"I'm not sure if Chris cc'd you with this, but since
you're invited along, I thought you should have the
information re the Safari and leaving on Saturday PM:

Everything is in readiness -- we'll have to take a
second plane and parachute into the jungle with the
Land Rover, but the flight to Kinshasa leaves Saturday
evening. They have the cutest baby parachutes, though,
so Ceili will look adorable even as the wind whips
past her."

I told her I'm not going unless I'm assured of two things. First, the Land Rover must parachute BEFORE I do. Second, photographers must be on hand to record our plummet toward Earth. My demands had better be met, or I'm staying put.