Vacation [pt.2]

Day Four: I think I'm missing a day, because this would be Tuesday and for the life of me I cannot remember what we did. I assume Rock Band was involved, mostly because it was a week ago and it was all sort of clustered. There was definitely food involved as well.

Day Five: Started off sort of rocky. Jeff and I woke up to start making breakfast. Biscuits and gravy were on the menu, but mom was refusing to eat it. And Dad headed to work to work on our car, leaving without so much as a warning, so he didn't eat either. Just a big pan of biscuits and gravy for four of us. Sigh... at least Dad had some when he got home.

Mom, James [my brother], Seadeana, and Jeff [my husband] headed for the Zoo. I stayed home and caught up on some Rock Band and Worms. I cleaned up and played with the dogs, and just did random hanging out. Dad came home and we tried out his game we got him for father's day. Turns out, the guitar wasn't responding and Dad didn't really like the game. So we took it back and ended up getting him Spiderman 3 Sp.Ed. and Tombstone Sp.Ed.

So around 4 after Dad and I took a nap, everyone else came home. That's when the drama happened. Sedeana had lost her wallet somewhere at the Zoo. We had searched everywhere in the house for it, in the car, on the porch, just everywhere. It had like 100 dollars, her license, insurance cards, social security card, the works. My brother was livid to say the least. My brother, like me has a pretty foul temper, so everyone scattered until he calmed down. Once they had everything settled, we headed off for the main attraction. The attraction of a life time: Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince! Oh my god, that movie was Epic. It was awesome, it was... full of win!

Then after many many weeks of wanting chicken wings, we got some. I waited and waited for them, something that I had been craving for quite sometime. Good wings too, not those sauceless overly breaded ones. The thickness of the aroma lingered in the car, and followed us as we entered the house. We all sat down, our plates ready, and then we bite into it, and the thing is freaking hot. Way too hot! Can you believe that? TOO FREAKING HOT!

I totally ate as many as I could. We ordered like 70 because well we are a big family, and we love our chicken wings. Well, only about 28 of them got eaten the first night. Dad had some the next day. Over all I think about 15 or so were left after some snacking. Not even a beer could help with the heat of those wings.

[TBC]