I have no idea what came over me, but I hardly took any pictures. I am such a complete and utter moron for this. Remember the cute basement room I told you about? The one my sister decorated and stocked?
I forgot to take a picture! Can you believe that?
Sis (my daughter, not my sister) had put up a sign and everything that read:
CLOB MEMBRS ONLY.
(Apparently we are having vowel issues in our homeschooling endeavors.)
And the room was even password protected. First, only girls could enter. Then, in order for us to enter we had to say: Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl.
My child is nothing if not completely original (and possibly a little conceited).
Anyway, as far as pictures go,this is the best I can give you. Here it goes:
This picture may seem inconsequential to some, but this, my friends, is the fuel of the gods. This 24 ouncer is what enabled Monk to make the final leg of the journey from Ohio to Michigan. I felt it needed its place of honor.
This would be the MOST awesome Spinach and Artichoke Dip I have ever tasted! When eaten in conjunction with those new Triscuit Thin Crisps...divinity, baby. It too, deserves a place of honor in our journey because I totally pigged out on this stuff. This would probably be the beginning of my 6 lb. weight gain on our trip.
The Baby Girl bundled to the hilt. She hated the newly purchased hat almost as much as riding in the car seat.
Believe it or not, I am the proud wife of this man. Yes, he's acting like he is burning his hand in a fake fireplace. Quick. Someone run to his rescue. This was one of the weirder aspects of our trip as this was a local McDonald's that seemed to cater to the adult crowd. It had NO PLAYLAND WHATSOEVER! Didn't improve the food though.
Could the children get any weirder?
Please, don't answer.
Please, don't answer.
Here is my girl. My strawberry-haired beauty with big blue eyes. She's helpful and obedient and loves her momma in spite of her downfalls.
(Do I look like I have curly fries on my forehead?)
I've commented before about how much Monk loves his girls. I don't think I've ever seen another man love his children so passionately.
But this one? She is all his. They are two peas in a pod.
Why in the world I took more pictures at McDonald's than anywhere else is beyond me. I guess it was just an all-around good time and I was in a picture taking mood. Because apparently I wasn't in much of a picture taking mood the rest of the trip!
This little place is called Alpine Valley. This is where some of the Michigan folk ski. I, personally, have skied here and witnessed my best friend Julie rip a chunk of skin from the back of her thigh here. TMI? Sorry. Monk got a good chuckle out of this one as he has skied in New Mexico. But hey, it works, don't it?
Have y'all ever been here? This place is like Walley World and Tar-Jay on steroids! I LOVE this store and I've missed it dearly. This was the first place I had to go. Meijer is my idea of a good time! Monk, on the other hand, was not impressed and all my girls could do was beg, "can we please go back to Aunt T's basement?". Phooey.
Okay. I think that's enough for today. I mean, afterall, we need to pace ourselves here. I wouldn't want anyone to faint from over stimulation or anything. There are only so many pictures of children at McDonalds and random hills and stores that an individual can handle.
So, please bear with me once again as I say....
To Be Continued...
(That is if this blog doesn't spontaneously combust into flames for sheer lack of content. Sigh.)