Tip a Cop

Hamburger Hop Less Than Jake
I made the video with three 15 second (maximum) clips from mom's cell phone camera.

Lemon Waters. Onion Rings. Creamy Artichoke and Spinach Dip. Chocolate Malt. Bottomless Blueberry Pomegranate Limeade. Strawberry Shake. Cheeseburgers. Whiskey River BBQ Burger. Kids Meal. Mushroom Burger. Garden Burger. Bottomless Fries...

Gpas Collins, Breau/idge, the rents and I went to the Des Moines Red Robin "Tip a Cop," a fundraiser for the Special Olympics. Mom and I split the Whiskey River BBQ burger (so much for the cleanse), and Mom and Finn split her half.

"Secret" is out. I flew standby (thanks jules) to surprise/visit Nick for his birthday (apr 5) at WSU (Pullman) and had a layover in Seattle. But I didn't tell anyone (Mom). It was fun.

I need to be back to school for Tuesday, but the latest I could safely get out of Pullman before then was Saturday. When my plane took off for Seattle I realized, "I should hang out with the fam for the weekend."

As I touched down in Seattle (The view was gorgeous and at that moment I longed to move back) at 7:45a I texted mom "U have a busy wknd?" She was in bed and neglected to respond. So I called dad and told him that I was in Seattle and needed them to pick me up.

Airport arrivals are happy places.

"Are you okay?" asked Dad worriedly. I had lost my voice-- maybe I sounded like I was crying.

They were truly surprised.

At church one of mom's close friends looked confused when she saw me and asked, "Does your mom know you are home?" When I told her that mom hadn't known, her concerned expression was relieved.

Family. Prepared food. Shopping on mom. Fabulous shower head. Chicago rummy with the grents. Finn.

Being home makes me smile.




Dad asked mom to pick up some waffle cones at the store. Mom dismissively grabbed a dented box. To dad's dismay, half of the cones were broken-- I cannot adequately describe his emotional state. He requested that her stupidity be published and Mom acquiesced (thus the pic). She served us ice cream in a bowl with crushed waffle cone and argued that it was a sufficient remedy. I said, "You can break a cone, but you can't 'unbreak' one" and "I'd like to see the various activities dad can accomplish while using a cone versus a bowl." Mom put the three unbroken cones back in the package, and on her way to the pantry she dropped the box on the pine wood floor. Dad was in the garage -- I still don't think he knows. Let's not tell him.