On Friday, we decided to brave another one hundred degree day and head to the farm at Thanksgiving point because we knew it would only take us about 15 minutes (okay, maybe 45) to look at all the animals, ride the horse and the wagon and head to lunch.
The real reason we even decided to do an activity in the first place. You see, food is pretty much the center of our lives. And a good coke. Yes, french fries and cokes. So, we plowed our way through the heat and ended up at lunch. Then, to Cabella's. For the air conditioning, some wacky Asian tourist playing with pop-gun watching, and the air conditioning.
We pretty much could have skipped the farm and just wandered around Cabella's. The kids wouldn't have known the difference between the dead and stuffed and the alive and frozen because it's hot.
Anyway, it was fun. We were happy to have Uncle Willie tag along as the unofficial older children nanny (he got lunch out of it so I hope it was worth the trip). And, there isn't anything better for me than hanging out with my sister and brother for the afternoon.
And, there was a chicken that didn't have any feathers. That was pretty freaky.