Miss Lilly, 9 y.o.
Condado's was lunch, the groups choice after church. Sitting there at the wooden table on metal chairs, Miss Lilly thought the establishments name was funny. She spied it in the murals on the walls and laughed telling her father, "Condado's. Dad!" and she giggled, "Your name is in Con- DAD-o!" And she giggled some more, "Dad."
Speaking of a snow bank, we were, weren't we? Well, I am, LOL. Parking. I couldn't pull-in-park into that big snow bank. Not like Clinton did. He backed into that snow bank, very nicely. I didn't do a very good job, though. So I thought I'll just back up and re-align myself to pull forward more properly. Note that I am still getting used to the back-up line indicators on my truck's rear view mirror. It's different than the centerscreen in my Honda. When I turned to look, durned if I didn't bump into a lady's car! Oh, my lands! Well, Pamela, you're just going to have to accept your fate. You did it. I'll have to admit to the car owner. So, I went ahead and finished parking. Before I could finish taking my truck out of gear, Lilly had unbuckled, got down out of her seat, and ran to her Daddy's driver's door, "Dad! GrammyPam hit that ladies car; she did!"
I thought, "You little booger. You tattler. You tattled to him before I could get my keys out of the ignition!" and I laughed to myself.
I did hit that car. There were no backup beeps since I was in an older truck. But I felt it. I knew.
The other driver was on her cellphone and didn't know. She didn't know a thing. Actually, I saw her jump when I tapped on her driver's window. She was oblivious. Then, we all checked....all!...me, lady driver, daddy, Jacob and "the stinker" Lilly!
There was no damage and the other driver wasn't concerned so we left it at that, but I can still hear that little girl squealer with her skirt tails flying as she ran from me to him, "Daddy, daddy, GrammyPam hit that car!"
Master Jacob, 6 y.o.
Jacob declared he was full, we left Condado's with him and Miss Lilly saying they were full. Yet, they wanted dessert, chuckle. But before I could get behind the wheel of my vehicle he'd already gotten in the back seat and ... spied something in the front. He quizzed me, "You know, that blue bag with the stuff in it. I want some." Little Eagle Eye wanted some but didn't even know what the "some" was he wanted! Actually, they were under my purse and I had to cogitate for a second what he was talking about. How'd he see them that fast? What an eagle eye! And room for food? I just shake my head cuz inside the restaurant it was, "I'm full."
I guess the grandkids did have room cuz in the words of my baby brother who wanted some jello "it can float on top."
What was in that little blue plastic bag?
Candied orange slices.
Now, how did he know?!
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