Tuesday, June 8, 2010
On our weekend trip, Jeff and Bob and I had breakfast at a country themed restaurant/gift shop. We were surrounded by floral wallpaper borders and vintage apple crate art. There were garlands of silk flowers and candles shaped like cows. A young bride and her bridesmaids sat in a booth nearby plotting the next few hours leading up to her wedding. A retired couple shared a newspaper at the table across the way. Jeff got up to pay the bill and Bob and I stayed behind finishing our eggs.
“Mama? I’m a Battle Droid. You are Princess Leia and I am going to blast you.”
“Okay, but finish your scone-thing, babe.”
“I have a blaster and I will blast your arm!”
A small group of Red Hat Society ladies walked by wearing matching “We’re On a Road Trip!” t-shirts.
“I am blasting your tummy!”
“I am blasting your bottom!”
“Okay, Bob. Let’s settle down.”
“Now I am blasting your vag-“
“Do not finish that thought! Let’s talk about something else, please.”
“Mama? Does God like biscuits?”
“Yes he does.”