I’m not sure which is worse: How much fried food I ate today at Woodman’s (fried lobster tails, fried shrimp, fried clams, French fries, and onion rings, washed down by a cone of ice cream) or the fact that I’m wondering what’s for dinner….
The day started bright and early. First I had my 5:30 a.m. run, because who am I to miss a run. Then we were on the road to Gloucester (or should that be Glosta?) by 6:45 a.m. In second grade, the kids do a unit on whales so one of the parents arranged for a group rate on a whale watching trip. I loaded us up with Bonine and seabands and we were rarin’ to go.
As a surprise for the kids who went, one of the second grade teachers came (Doodles’s teacher, in fact). I took a fabulous group photo… that my boy ruined by being the only child to make horrible goofy faces in every photo. Yep, that’s my boy.
The trip went well. Lots of whales.
Everything was hunky dory… Right up until the girl started feeling woozy. But a Coke revived her. Of course, she decided she was much happier sitting alone on the bench eating popcorn while all the other passengers went to the other side to—shocker!—actually look at whales.
Not so much the boy. He got seasick and nothing revived him…
…till we got to the fried food.
And then all was right with the world again.
P.S. The kids are half asleep. I’m making them eat vegetables for dinner to make up for everything they ate today. And the girl asks, “Are we going out for dinner for Father’s Day? Daddy really likes Legal Seafood.” So full, it hurts to think about.
