Da Folks

My parents came for a visit. I anticipated their arrival for MONTHS. Inigo and I hate waiting.

When they finally appeared, we had buckets of fun together. How many buckets? Ten million at least.

See for yourself:

We took an expedition to get our favorite pretzels and donuts.

We watched General Conference at my cousin's house, where the kids played bingo and I snitched the candy.

We went to the world's largest knife store, of course. Sissy bought herself a new pocket knife and Baby and I ran around the store like frenzied mice. We stopped by the animatronic band in the basement and Baby stomped her foot to the beat of the music. Adorable.

We held our hands in ice water to prepare for the pain of childbirth. Well, that was the reason my niece was doing it. Everyone else was just trying to be macho. (Except for me...I didn't do it. My hands are ice cold on their own)

My mom patched and painted the laundry room wall in preparation for shelves Mykey built. She also helped him replace the rubber strip on the bottom of our garage door. The door is broken at one spot so there were lots of clanging sounds emanating from the garage. Don't worry, they triumphed.

My Mama also taught a watercolor seminar. Sissy is hooked.

We went to the railroad museum in town. There are a lot of train geeks hard at work out there. The models were intricate and amazing. 

We visited dinosaurs and roamed the earth with them.

Of course we sat on the porch and watched the world while sipping a cold soda.

We went to my cousin's house for steak. He was slightly irresponsible with the grill.

We watched YouTube videos of a horseshoeing school in Idaho and their attempts to break a wild stallion. Naturally, my Pa dozed off as soon as the lights were dimmed.

We visited the amazing Biltmore estate. My cousin came along and bought us dinner afterwards. It was delicious. 

We watched the musical comedy, "Murder for Two" at the historic Barter Theater. It was hilarious and incredibly well done. I laughed out loud multiple times. 

My parents bought Baby a dog on a string that she drags everywhere. I expect that when I'm in a wheelchair, I will be pulled behind her on a string.

They also bought her a bubble gun from a warehouse store with different inventory every week. Baby loves the bubbles. I happened to score a huge farmhouse sink at the warehouse for only a hundred bones. Someday when we have the kitchen remodeled, that sink will look sexy. For now it's just in a box in the garage. Not sexy.

And then... my parents decided to return home to their cat and their regular lives. Lame. I was sad and tried not to cry at the airport. It was difficult. Baby and Sissy curbed their sadness with a box of Tic Tacs.

I loved having my parents at my house. It brought comfort and joy to my heart. I'm grateful for the memories. And for the toilet paper holder they bought me. 

 

Now come back!