OK so.... had to break this into two parts the blogger was starting to grind to a halt...
So we are making our way back to the car... from the exact opposite end of the place we started... sis sees a store she needs something in, she stops, Nana and I keep going, we finally! see a shuttle, get on - only to discover - it is headed AWAY from our car... crap. So off we go to the car, load up and head back to get Sis and the kid... they call... THEY are on the shuttle - perfect timing they get off, I pull up right behind them, load up and head out.
We talked about dinner and where to enjoy it - I do believe my sister made mention of the same pasta dish from the previous evening - seriously? We didn't - we also determined based upon the traffic, the people and little one being walked from hither -tither and yon all day we'd make our way back to the hotel and dine close by - then we said DINER! for PIE! Away we go all happy and shopped out, we get there, short wait, cutie pie waiter guy who was either a rookie... or completely overwhelmed by the busy place, personally I'm voting for number 2.
Sit down, things are looking up, little one has her movie, she's happy, minor hiccup with my dinner, fine give me choice B and it's all good... until during our salad course we notice little one's cheeks are all rosy and red and not in the good way... post dinner, she tells her mama her ear hurts and she doesn't feel good, she's also a bit on the warm side - again see face color... so we now have to get clueless in Lancaster our cutie pie waiter to move his backside, Sis bundles up baby and heads to the car, I get the check, we head out only to discover another member of the clueless family working the register... she says a number different than the one on my slip - and frankly if it hadn't been for Miss M feeling so poopy I would have argued more... so 10 minutes later - a manager type person with a number I could live with and away we go... again thank goodness for smart phone directions to medi-clinic which thankfully is empty. Fill this out, pay up, see doc, shot, meds, a bit of a wait for meds, done and back to the hotel and in an hour - she's happy feeling better and the drama queen has been put to rest... ahhh but we still missed our pie. ah well.
We enjoyed the last of the cupcakes, and must quote the funny line of the night, Miss M now feeling better asks for some pasta, she of course wants the pasta that her mother had, she shares, then out pops this little gem... "But you like broccoli trees!" "Not in the pasta - that is just yucky!"
Ah the wisdom of the 4 year old mind, fun is it not?
Saturday night all shopped out, pumped full of doctor prescribed medications, and no additional panicked evacuations from our warm and toasty beds... a good night.
Sunday morning was uneventful and frankly earlier than Saturday morning - again due to lack of midnight wake up call - which did find out the cause for the alarm... some lone idiot couldn't figure out how to make popcorn in his microwave... and burnt the living @##$@% out of it - causing the alarm to go and to fubar the night for everyone else... way to go Skippy - next time you get the midnight munchies order a pizza. M'kay?
Any--way, breakfast at the hotel, not bad, not great but it filled the need and was easy for the trip home coordination... Breakfast done, hug, hug, kiss kiss to Nana and a half a kid kiss when said kid remembered her new toy which took immediate attention away from telling Nana bye... ah well. It's two weeks until Thanksgiving Nana - you'll get one then I'm sure.
Sis decided she needed to return a purchase of yesterday so I said I would go with her stay with M which she shopped, of course before she left I told her not to take all day I had to pee... of course. and yes I did before I left the hotel... but we had coffee and water and coffee... so of course my pea sized bladder was full... and yes I had to stop short of getting home too - what's your point?
Moving on - Sis returns the item but fails to purchase a replacement - hey it's your thing it's all groovy another round of kiss, kiss hug hug, here borrow my other pair of sunglasses, and no you don't look like my dorky husband ... too much hair. ;-)
And away we go... of course as I get back on major highways, madam GPS is not taking the back roads of Thursday night but all major routes - which is fine as about 1/3 of the way home I knew where I was and could pretty much navigate without her. Of course into the trip I call home to inform Bubba of my departure from all things happy and chick to return to the lair of Major Crankypants and his best bud Captain Tightwad... he is out getting lunch and informs me that he has a 1:00 PM massage appointment, and that he was taping the game... ok fine as I won't be home past 2.
Of course he calls back 20 minutes later and due to a glitch in my system I am sure, I am unable to hear him which of course brings out Major Crankypants in all his flaming glory he hangs up calls again and ah what do you know I can hear him... and remember boys and girls - its all my fault that I can't hear him, regardless of the phone, location, or phone to mouth placement... Since Crankypants has come out to play I get barked at to get home, checkbook into the computer, wash dog beds because he's going to bathe them... fine whatever and then he mentions I should get our laundry done before doing dog beds... really dear? Thank you so much for pointing that out to me because without your extreme detailed guidance using the appliance I don't think you could freaking turn on I would have had no clue what to do.... oh and did I mention I finished all our laundry before I left THURSDAY.
No he has not popped my Zen I am alone in the car with my thoughts, my radio and bouncing back and forth between singing along with the radio and tuning in to football... of course I stopped before I got home; then made it home, loved the pups, unloaded the car and then realized my idiot husband was NOT taping the football game and then I fixed it so it was... when I pointed out this bit of news to boy-genus he started to argue with me until he say he had 90 minutes of basically football test pattern showing Steelers and Bengals at 1:00 PM. Way to go honey-bun.. dorkus.
We 'enjoy' the game, as they did win... but can I go off on a yinzer rant here??? Listen Bruce, Baby - offensive coordinator for my beloved Black and Gold - there wasn't a yinzer watching that game that couldn't predict with 1000% accuracy what our next play was going to be... maybe you might want to shuffle those play cards? Hum Pumpkin? Wadda say? Because watching the rubber running back bounce off the ass-end of his OWN o-line then right into the beefy arms of the opposing D-Line ain't much fun... ESPECIALLY when you can see it coming the moment you line up. Ya know - if you keep us guessing pumpkin it might just work for the opposing team too... food for thought love.. call if you'd like to chat up some more ideas... local - call Dad.
End rant thank you...
Let's wrap up this two part 3-day extravaganza of weekend, ate too much, played hard, enjoyed every minute... with a small fire drill interruption which turned out to be a good story anyway...
Quiet week at work boys and girls, will detail the issue of Health Insurance and the annual changing of our mind and when I can focus again will also discuss Bubba the amazing 180 via email - while I'm typing it. Ah life is so much fun when you share it with Major Crankypants isn't it?
After all what would I write about all day? Later!
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