Rest Area Sausage
The title of this blog won't make sense to any of you and that's OK. We had supper tonight at 6:30 at a service plaza somewhere in the wastelands of Connecticut...we decided not to have McDonald's and instead braved the suspect Italian place. Hans got penne with sausage, I got ravioli with meatballs. I wasn't expecting much from a rest area Italian place, honestly, but at least we got a good laugh when Hans came over and revealed his penne with a huge, huge sausage on it. More like a bratwurst. He was expecting little bits of sausage in the sauce. I don't know why this was so damn funny, it just was...
Maybe because we were exhausted from taking Frau Mathilde down to the port in New Jersey. The drive there was blessedly trauma-free. No terrifying tanker truck accients took place in front of us. We weren't stuck in horrific traffic on the George Washington Bridge in NYC, because we went a little further north and west to avoid it. We got to the vehicle processing center in plenty of time for them to process our vehicle.
Annika threw up somewhere in Connecticut. She has been throwing up here and there randomly with no discernable fever or long-term effects, but tonight when I put her to bed, she's feverish and grumpy. We'll take it easy this weekend. The last thing I need is to take a sick and puking toddler on an international flight.
Kitten brought me a lovely bouquet yesterday and an even sweeter card. Since I was a lazy wife, I vowed to blog something nice to him or about him for five days. This here is day two. So I want to say thanks Kitten for keeping your patience all day, for taking care of all the paperwork at the VPC today and for not yelling at me for driving too slow and asking you for a piece of gum 70,001 times. And for being a nice Daddy who took Josiah to the potty and let them watch videos in the car all the way home. You take good care of us. Thanks.
How I wish I had had the camera to capture the rest area sausage. Something tells me that we're going to start seeing sausages on a regular basis.
If anyone needs to contact us, we are at: 401-849-4500 room 119. The only reason I'm publishing this information is that we cancelled the cell phones as of tomorrow. So call us here, anyone and everyone. Oh, and we've decided that we looooooove the Navy Lodge so much that we're going to stay here through Monday at lunchtime. Not go to Providence as previously advertised. There Mr. Stalker, now you know our every move for the next couple of days.
Until tomorrow...
Maybe because we were exhausted from taking Frau Mathilde down to the port in New Jersey. The drive there was blessedly trauma-free. No terrifying tanker truck accients took place in front of us. We weren't stuck in horrific traffic on the George Washington Bridge in NYC, because we went a little further north and west to avoid it. We got to the vehicle processing center in plenty of time for them to process our vehicle.
Annika threw up somewhere in Connecticut. She has been throwing up here and there randomly with no discernable fever or long-term effects, but tonight when I put her to bed, she's feverish and grumpy. We'll take it easy this weekend. The last thing I need is to take a sick and puking toddler on an international flight.
Kitten brought me a lovely bouquet yesterday and an even sweeter card. Since I was a lazy wife, I vowed to blog something nice to him or about him for five days. This here is day two. So I want to say thanks Kitten for keeping your patience all day, for taking care of all the paperwork at the VPC today and for not yelling at me for driving too slow and asking you for a piece of gum 70,001 times. And for being a nice Daddy who took Josiah to the potty and let them watch videos in the car all the way home. You take good care of us. Thanks.
How I wish I had had the camera to capture the rest area sausage. Something tells me that we're going to start seeing sausages on a regular basis.
If anyone needs to contact us, we are at: 401-849-4500 room 119. The only reason I'm publishing this information is that we cancelled the cell phones as of tomorrow. So call us here, anyone and everyone. Oh, and we've decided that we looooooove the Navy Lodge so much that we're going to stay here through Monday at lunchtime. Not go to Providence as previously advertised. There Mr. Stalker, now you know our every move for the next couple of days.
Until tomorrow...
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I hope Annika feels better by Monday. We will all be thinking and praying that you have a safe flight.