Tally: vol 2

  • One McDonald's breakfast burrito, part of an Egg McMuffin and a cup of McDonald's coffee while we read the paper
  • One viewing of Sweet Land, which is romantic and lovely and beautiful, and looks just like you want love to look
  • One trip to the post office
  • Eyebrow wax while Mom had a wash and blow dry at Eclips
  • Photo taken for the paper to commemorate an earmarked hospice donation in my Dad's name
  • One more stop at McDonald's for a soft-serve cone (they're 49 cents each, for pete's sake)
  • One trip to Culver's for an iced tea with Mom and Carol
  • One very rushed trip home so the van didn't get hailed on
  • Dinner at the Oaks, the steakhouse in the old Cliff House hotel. Say, that Dan has sure done a nice job, hasn't he? I went to high school with him. Don't I remember?
  • One game of scrabble, Mom 316, Me 313
  • One viewing of Hairspray (the Divine version), wherein I explain to Mom why CP and I adore it and she laughs at the cartoon-like nature of the original and points out how the new one is better.

Comments

michaelg said…
Did you see my dad with all the other old farts at McDonalds?
6:36 pm
Coaster Punchman said…
That's it. She's not getting "Hairspray" from me. Did you tell her about our Thanksgiving with the gym teacher?
11:49 pm
Scott J. said…
Damned tourists... go back where ya came from!

(I'm not really a crotchety old man. I'm a youthful, and terribly handsome, friend of yours from school.)
3:11 pm
Melinda June said…
Any friend of mine is youthful and terribly handsome, scott. But the big question is are you a YES or NO in the East Side School debate?
2:02 pm
Melinda June said…
Checked out your blog. You're a YES I see.

The debate was one of my favourite things while I was in Decorah.
2:11 pm
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