Yesterday. What did we do yesterday? I began the day attempting to sleep in, but my daughter had other plans, including a bath and a dozen questions. By the time my soaking wet husband and muddy 10-year old returned home from his football game, Grace and I were ready to head out in a quest for Halloween costumes.
So, the four of us went to a thrift store, bought costumes and then ate lunch together inside a Dairy Queen. I cannot tell you the last time I was inside a Dairy Queen but I can tell you when I plan to go back again: never. My sneakers slid around under the table as I ate, unable to grip the sticky yet slick surface. My shoes thought they were in a never-cleaned movie theater. (But the Pumpkin Pie Blizzard–I ate half–was delicious.)
Then we fulfilled my 10-year old’s long-held desire to visit the Wagon Shop in our town. The Wagon Shop was built over a hundred years ago and contains rustic, old-fashioned artifacts, including two buggies the kids were allowed to climb. We helped split cedar shakes and admired the square nails and leather shoes for horses.
Today we drove the hour to Mars Hill Church. After church, our traditional lunch at Dick’s Drive In. Oh, funny story . . . after we received our order, I told the woman behind the counter that the straw dispenser was empty . . . and then turned to walk away with the food while she shouted, “Hey! Thirty-eight twenty-nine! Thirty-eight twenty-nine!” I couldn’t figure out what she was saying, took a few steps and realized that I hadn’t paid. NICE! I attempted to steal fast-food from the venerable Dick’s Drive In restaurant after attending church. How mortifying.
We dropped off our boring teenagers at home and went to the Apple Squeeze festival, but they were out of apples! So no apple squeezing took place. The children were really disappointed. However, Grace was able to ride a pony for the first time. Then they both jumped in the bouncy-house thing and bought caramel apples. The rain drops did not deter us from having as much fun as we could despite the lack of apples to squeeze.
After all the festivities, I abandoned my family and went to a movie. (“Blindness” which I cannot recommend, for a variety of reasons, but mostly because it didn’t make much sense to me.) I stopped by Goodwill to browse the books.
Then tonight, I watched “The Amazing Race” with my husband. I made him promise me that we will never, ever, ever, ever participate in “The Amazing Race.” We are incompatible when we travel and under those circumstances, I am positive one of us would end up dead and since he is more patient than I, he would probably be the victim. I’m just saying.