A Sad Day . . .
It’s a really sad day in the White household. This morning, for breakfast, we had the last of the homemade going-away bread that Miss Terry baked for us before we parted ways as we left the Thousand Trails Park in Wilmington, OH.
So no more bread until next year. ‘Sniff’’
On a even sadder note, since we got here to the Colorado River Thousand Trails Jan and I have been fighting a sandspur invasion. And apparently it’s all Misters fault.
When we were at Maxie’s Campground in Broussard, LA a couple of nights ago, we let Mister lay outside on his leash for an hour or so. And it seems that the ground he was lying on was full of sandspurs. And then he brought them in the rig on his coat. And then the sandspurs apparently stuck to our rugs better than Mister.
So all of a sudden Jan and I were stepping on sandspurs IN the rig. By the time we figured out what had happened, and I checked Mister over, there were none left on his coat. They were now all over the rig. And even though I’ve gone over the rugs several times, we’re still finding them, the painful way.
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About 4:30 Jan and I headed into Katy to have dinner with Brandi, Lowell, and Landon at Little V’s Vietnamese Bistro, our favorite local Asian place.
We were surprised about how much traffic we encountered heading into Houston. In fact we hit on and off, bumper to bumper traffic as soon as we got on I-10E. It slowed things down enough that it took about an hour and twenty minutes for the normally one hour trip.
While we waited for Brandi to get home, I helped Landon assembled a present we got him while we were up in Elkhart, IN. It’s a Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton kit. But it’s more like a puzzle.
There are no real instructions, just pictures, and the parts aren’t labeled in any way. But after fooling with it for a while, I finally got it finished.
What’s really strange about this photo is that the T-Rex skeleton is flat black in color. But when it’s hit with the flash from the camera, it fluoresces bright white, almost glowing. The pieces seemed to be made from some sort of stiff wood or paper, very light, but strong, and the black color goes all the way through. It’s not a paint. Strange.
Little V’s seems to make pretty much everything from scratch, even Landon’s Corn Dog Bites are made in house.
As far as us grownups, everyone went with their favorites. We started out with an order of their Pork Spring Rolls, also made in house, and to order. Even the Peanut Sauce is homemade.
Next up was our favorite Shaking XXXXX Bowls. Jan’s XXXXX was Chicken and my XXXXX was Beef. Topped off with Sriracha and some of their special hot sauce, it’s hard to describe how good this is.
And no meal at Little V’s is complete without a spoonful of Crème Brûlée, the perfect end to a filling meal.
After getting our Landon hugs, Jan and I drove back to the rig, getting home a little after 9pm, and luckily encountering a lot less traffic than our trip in.
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Thought for the Day:
There are men running governments who shouldn’t be allowed to play with matches. – Will Rogers
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