We pointed the Jetta northeast on Friday afternoon and headed to Murray to spend Mother's Day weekend with some of our favorite mothers.
And speaking of mothers, as the mother of the child pictured below, I am frankly terrified of what the teenage years hold. I mean, if he can muster up that much contempt at two, just imagine what he'll be capable of in a dozen years.
As is usually the case when we visit the grandparents, there was lots of activity, too little sleep and more sugar than is normally allowed.
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Deedaddy suggests that perhaps the bat would be better suited for the task at hand than the golf club.
Uncle Mancil demonstrates "Jerry" for Walt. I have no way to explain Jerry; all I can tell you is that it fascinated Walt just as much as it used to fascinate me when I was a kid.
The first trip of the season (for the Spickler family anyway) to the Dairy Queen. Those of you who have never been to the Murray DQ cannot appreciate the magnitude of the event. The line to the street. Spending $6 on treats for six people. Always seeing someone you know. The incredibly sticky picnic tables. The pickup trucks peeling out of the parking lot. And of course, the ice cream (reputed to have the highest butterfat content of any DQ in existence). Yes, nothing says "home" like the DQ.
Nice post, and I have to agree with you on DQ, nothing beats a bananaspilt blizzard with an orange slush. And in the Murray DQ they do scrape off the calories, so it is healthy too. I sure hope they never redo that place, it is so american!
ReplyDeleteWell, the moms in the post where cute too of course!!