We had a pretty relaxing do-not-a-whole-lot week and then Friday Mommy and Papa went on a crazy packing rampage and said let's go let's go let's GO! and said it was time to get in the car for a long time. And in fact, they were right, it was a long time -- all the way across the state, just so we could have our (almost) traditional Shabbat dinner... but wait, you can read in a weird little motel in Spokane. Yup -- we barbecued in a motel parking lot, and Papa in his rush had not brought the Shabbat Kit, so Mommy rushed out and bought (birthday) candles, (French bread) challah, and sacramental (cranberry) juice. Pretty interesting kiddush, come to think of it.
No, not really -- we didn't travel all that far just to do that. In fact, we got in the car again the next day and drove FOREVER again. We thought we might starve, but finally we ate in Montana (and they said there was a bear near there but we didn't see it). But it turned out OK, we are finally at our Destination (Glacier) and have met up with our great friends and excellent vacation-mates Marcy, David, and Emily.
Now -- get ready for a week of forced marches! And, if we're lucky, since it's vacation, lots of ice cream and stuff.
News flash: I (W.) tried pound cake (with apricots) and it was good.
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So, you think we had a spider last week---look at this fellow that was inhabiting the downstairs bathtub. I want a jacuzzi said the spider. No, you want the spider lounge said Mommy (spider lounge=vacuum cleaner bag). By the way, it's a hobo, and it's bites are nasty.
OMG--papa got an electric guitar and he's making all kind of noise with it. HELP!!!! Senior citizens do not rock--just look at the Rolling Stones--put down the guitar and step away slowly. Please.
Woo hoo! He fell for it and now I...must...ROCK!!!!
On the way to Glacier National Park, we stopped in Spokane, WA and it was getting to be shabbos so papa barbequed chicken out on the open bbq by the pool in the motel, but first we had to light the BBQ bag and watch it burn baby burn, then, finally after the chicken was done we lit the shabbos birthday candles and made kiddush over the cranberry juice and then had our regular bbq'd chicken/french fries/hummous dinner. And bbq sauce, don't you forget the sauce. Whew, that was a close one.
Hey you, you grabbed my tooth and ripped it out of my mouth--I'm gonna report you to to to to the proper authorities. I'll report you to the ADA, to the SPCA, to the New York times who will revoke your crossword puzzle privileges.
Ahhh, finally in Montana in our cozy bunk house. So far we've driven around, eaten and seen wild animals. No, we're not the wild animals--we mean the real wild life like bears and stuff, even though we didn't see the bear but Papa and Mommy and the Fish's saw it.
We did see the big horn sheep and deer and SNOW IN AUGUST! This place is like Costco and their Xmas stuff in August. What a topsy turvy world. It was 36 degrees up at the continental divide, where we're not sure if our pee was going down to the Pacific or the Atlantic. It's just weird I say.
