Well. It's summer in the Ozarks. The Studly Muffin has broken down and agreed to turn on the air conditioner. Trust me. He is frugal. We don't turn on the air until the house starts resembling a Turkish Bath (not that I've ever been to a Turkish Bath). Don't tell, but there have been a few occasions that I have turned on the air after he left for work in the afternoon. When a girl feels the urge to sit around in the all-together in front of the box fan spritzing herself with lemon water...you know something has to be done. I know. TMI.
Today my boys and I went on a Family Date. Our dates usually involve a Thrift Store or three, lunch or dinner out and/or a favorite free spot. Today we started at a Thrift store and ended with a Thrift Store. In the middle we had lunch, stopped for some much needed fishing tackle and I even got about 10 minutes alone at the $1 Jewelry Galore. Good Times!
For Lunch we ate at a popular burger restaurant that sounds slightly naughty. I wonder why they named it Fuddruckers. Were they trying to be provocative? Or is it some sort of term used for something? Who knows. Maybe I don't want to know.
In any event, I sure loved me a burger. And because I am counting calories I only ate half of my steak fries. And the burger. And some really yummy steak fry dipping sauce. And I am not even counting the Frozen Lemonade I had at McDonald's later in the day.
The boys enjoyed their lunch, too. Josiah is the most predictable restaurant orderer ever. He always has chicken tenders. He likes to dip them in Ketchup and Mustard. He's not allowed to have Mustard without supervision at home (long story). When I caught him dabbing it on his nose at lunch today I knew that the Mustard Issues are far from being resolved.
Isn't he a Studly Muffin? He also looks like he's ready to smack somebody. I think the after-dinner show is about ready to begin.
Anybody who raised or is raising boys is used to the constant rough and tumble mess that goes on.
I occasionally try and remind them of proper dining etiquette and civilized public behavior.
But I don't think anybody listens to me. And it appears that something is about to go down! Thankfully, it doesn't look like Mustard is involved.
I'm sure this move has a name.
This move is sure to win somebody a trip to get an ice cream cone later!
Or to Bass Pro. My guys are Fishing Fanatics. They needed to replenish their fishing supplies.
I just had to. I had some ideas about what kind of bait you need for Cranky People...but Bass Pro didn't have any of that kind of stuff.
No matter how many times we go to Bass Pro, Josiah wants to go stare at the Water Fall. Today was craazzy. The tourists were out in swarms. You can always tell who those guys are who are experiencing their first trip to the "Grandaddy of All Sporting Stores." They wander around with blissful, yet slightly bewildered expressions on their faces.
So a good day was had by all. Next week Josiah and I are staying a week with my Mom and Dad. Troy has assured me he will be okay without us. He knows exactly where the Ramen Noodles and Spaghettioes are kept.