We’re in Grand Island, NE, this evening. I’m going to refrain some saying anything about Grand Island, other than that the restaurant we ate at this evening screwed me on the number of “drummies” that were supposed to be in my order of hot wings. But it was a microbrewery, surprisingly enough, and their beers weren’t half bad.
Ava’s dinner consisted of lemon wedges (this kid loves lemon; I bought a container of that Realemon stuff, and Ava stands in the kitchen with her head tilted back and has me squirt it straight down her throat), baked beans, and the ripe olives off the frozen pizza the place was passing off as “homestyle.” *sigh* The Osborne porto I’m now sipping out of a plastic Holiday Inn room cup is easing the pain somewhat; don’t leave home without it.
Tomorrow we’re home. Finally. It was a great vacation, and it’s always nice to spend time with Rachel and Kevin. I start the new job on Monday, and we’re getting closer all the time to moving into the new house. So, things will keep moving along.
Kevin got a speeding ticket just as we were leaving Winter Park, and all Ava could say on the way across NE was how she hopes the police don’t stop Uncle Kevin again. She keeps reminding us she’s 2 1/2.