I love that old Johnny Horton song North to Alaska, by the way.
Scott drove them to the airport Sunday morning (good son-in-law marks) and they popped in here for quick goodbyes and a photo. My dad is smiling but his face also says, "Hurry up and take the picture, we've gotta get on the road so we can sit in the airport for 1.5 hours."
Am I also kicking myself because that's the umpteenth time I've forgotten my camera was set on manual mode instead of Av mode and I've obliviously snapped away? Grrr...
Scott also earned more good son-in-law marks because the evening before they left my dad decided he HAD to have an iPhone so he could monitor the stock market like a hawk while they are gone and Scott offered to *help* them make their purchase. Two hours, three salespeople, and thirty minutes after the AT&T store closed, my dad and Peggy were the very overwhelmed and confused yet proud owners of two new iPhones. Bless everyone's little heart involved in that transaction.
Sunday after church we made a beeline to a new Tex-Mex restaurant in our area (yes, there is one on almost every corner, but they are not all the same), Cafe Adobe, to have an early birthday lunch since Scott's actual birthday fell on Memorial Day.
Their seafood enchilada is OUT OF THIS WORLD, let me tell you. Their shrimp taco is not too shabby either.After lunch we stopped by the mall so I could surprise Scott with a present of new cologne. Or aftershave. Or whatever you call it. Turns out he wasn't surprised at all once he sniffed several versions, decided on one and watched me pay the extra flamboyant Dillard's salesman. After almost ten years, Scott is trying a new cologne (from Abercrombie & Fitch Woods to Chanel Pour Monsieur in case you were dying to know). Hooray! Hurrah!
Memorial Day (and Scott's actual birthday) was ultra looow key, just hanging around the house, but Scott didn't seem to mind. I did make him a cake. From scratch. I know.
As I was merrily mixing away according to my trusty but seldom used Betty Crocker cookbook (yes, her, really) I realized baking cakes from scratch wasn't as hard as I had imagined in my head. Of course I have baked cakes from scratch before, but they have usually been what I consider specialty cakes like Italian Cream Cake or something, not ordinary yellow cake which is what Scott requested. He actually wanted me to use a mix (because he remembered how moist the last yellow cake was) (and I really wish there was a a better descriptive word than moist) but I was feeling rather stubborn about not adding unnecessary preservatives and chemicals to our sugar loading festival. I also mixed in 1/4 cup of brewed coffee to the chocolate frosting because that's what PW would do and I was feeling rather devilish.
He later said the cake was *good* but then he reminded me how much he had liked that last cake mix cake with canned frosting because it was so moist. Do you think that statement went over well with me and Betty? I did concede that I might have baked the cake five minutes too long and that might have dried it up a smidge, but it was still better than chemical cake. I also told him to scoop another scoop of Blue Bell vanilla ice cream onto his cake and all would be fine.
When we were at the mall Sunday we had to stop by Paradise, I mean Build-a-Bear, you know, just to browse (although a certain six-year old hoped we would buy her something for Scott's birthday too). We didn't cave, but in an effort to show solidarity I told her I wouldn't even go into Ann Taylor LOFT because we were shopping for Daddy.
Tuesday afternoon I heard this repetitive shaking sound for several minutes followed by a loud, "Mama, come here!" She had shaken all the money from her piggy bank and counted out 18 pennies, thinking (hoping?) the Build-a-Bear tiger only cost 18 cents. I told her that she needed 18 dollars. Her bubble burst...momentarily.
A few hours later, after scrounging her many hiding places and wallets, she counted out 18 dollars into my hand and asked if we could go to Build-a-Bear after supper. I asked her if she really wanted to spend her money on one thing, reminded her that once she paid for it most of her money would be gone, it would take a while for her to get that much money again, was she absolutely sure blah, blah...BLAH.
She assured me she understood and that her life could not go on as she knew it until she had that tiger in her hot little hands.
So, without further ado, I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you to one very happy little girl and her new ferocious tiger friend...Luke.
Luke, as it turned out, was only $16, so Annelise picked out a shirt for him (Scott ended up floating her $3 so she could get the whole shirt and not just a sleeve). She was mighty proud of the fact she was spending her own money (mostly) and made sure the Build-a-Bear staff knew that.
This girl, she kills me.
Do your parents try to embrace technology?
Have you ever tried a seafood enchilada?
Do you bake from scratch?
Does the word moist make you cringe too?
Can you believe she named her tiger Luke?