German Ghost Stories
Today, I was told to wake up by the cruel act of Dad deflating the air mattress while I was on it. We called it an 'Abby Taco' because it folded in on me. As we were packing up, Gideon had an emergency. He currently has nine stuffed animals (and counting) and he only counted eight while packing. We had to take every single one of them out of his backpack and coach him through how to count to nine. The Buzz unaccounted for was found. But hey, Gideon, thanks for the heart attacks. Maybe that scare finally burnt off all the burgers we've been eating.
There was a McDonald's right next to our hotel, and since we couldn't find much else, we decided to go there for breakfast. Because we're slobs, Dad had the McDonald's app and ordered our food. Me, Gideon and Mom all got the same meal. When we got there and picked it up, there were only two meals. The receipt said the same, meaning somewhere in the order Dad messed up and only got Me, Gideon and Mom's order once. Oops, we went through the drive through again.
Next on our list was a car wash. If you've kept up with anyone else's blog, you'd know the whole front of the car is covered in bugs. That happens to be where one of my favorite quotes "So much death on my windshield" came from. Anyway, we desperately needed a car wash. Around eleven we were in a pretty largely populated area, and Gideon had a gas station located in the vicinity. First, we wanted to get gas. The first station we pulled into had all the pumps coned off. We pulled into a second and the same was true. Mom and Dad had to pee, so we parked anyway and went inside. We got some waters to pay for our bathroom usage, and Mom asked the cashier "Is there a gas shortage in this town or something?" and the cashier responded "No, there's a trucker shortage." Ok, weird. There was one more gas station in town and thank goodness, they still had gas. Then Gideon sent us to the car wash, where the dudes kept trying to get the car spotless. Nice try, guys, but that's not happening. Just send us to the hula girls, alright? I forgot how fun car washes were, though. All the pretty colors . . . hehe. Funnn!
Close to the car wash was a Burger King, and we got that for lunch since me and Gideon had been craving stackers ever since we tried them. Plus, have you ever tried Burger King onion rings? You know when people say true love is when you'd die for someone? Well, I truly love those onion rings.
The park we went to today, Crater Lake, was really pretty. A lot of the forest had been burnt down and the fog concealed most of the sights, but the water was a super cool color! The more entertaining part of this park was reading the ways people died there. Long story short, as Guggie put it, "Don't hike, don't sit on brick walls, don't be German and drive safe". We stopped at a gift shop at the end of our journey, which we had to stand in line for for five minutes just to enter. Again, me and Gideon collected our respective annoying collectibles, a sweatshirt and a stuffed animal, and then we were on our way and out of the park.
And, oh, don't worry, we got our sign picture. I know you were fretting so hard over that one.
On the way home, I exclusively listened to music. But listen: there's a good reason. Do you ever have that one artist that you know that you love their style and like two of their songs but you haven't even tried their other music? Ok: well that was me with a certain Ricky Montgomery. So I decided to try out more of his music today and I'm obsessed. He's just . . .I love it.
When we got in the hotel, we were ready to execute our laundry, eat, blog and swim plan, in hopes that the pool and hot tub could help Mom's leg. When we walked in the lobby, however, there was a sign that said "no spa". Oh, well, we spent most of the night doing laundry anyways.
All day, we'd been seeing this place called Abby's Legendary Pizza, so we felt like we had to try it. It was just alright, but hey, we tried something new!
Last thing I need to adress: apparently y'all want my pictures? I didn't know I was in such high demand . . .don't worry, they're coming. But also: y'all know Mom and Dad post their pictures too, right? They have like . . . years of experience with photos. So stop looking at mine! Don't waste your time, theirs will be better!
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