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By some stroke of luck, my classes on Friday were canceled, essentially starting Thanksgiving break a day early but I had a quiz to take and took my sweet time doing. I also woke up late Friday and had other stuff to do before Joe and I could make our way to St.Joe.
On our way, we stopped in Concordia for a restroom break. We stopped at Fat Boyz. I noticed on their sign that it was 'Frogleg Fridays'. I made the suggestion half in joke that we should get some froglegs knowing his prediliction for odd meat. But really should you trust frog legs from the gas station? However, once inside they looked good and half of them disappeared in the time it took for Joe to go to the bathroom. We bought two pairs-Joe said you could tell which were frog legs because they had the butt. And no sooner than we did than some lady came in and wanted some and the clerk had to say that she just sold the last ones and it would be another six minutes. Anyway, because of their fried and gross nature, we decided to eat them in the car. You all know me, I'm not the biggest weird food eater. But I was excited. Frog legs are supposed to taste like chicken right? Oh yeah they do. The resemble chicken in both taste and texture. Joe and I each had one that was slightly fishy too-mine was also a little slimey. But I love frog legs. Now we'll have to coordinate our St.Joe visits on Friday in time to pass through Concordia at dinner for froglegs at the gas station.
Saturday, we just hung out. We went past his Grandpa John's house with Jackie where they have been doing massive cleaning. There are probably 50+ years worth of stuff there. It reminded me alot of when we played in Grandma Pope's basement as kids and when my mom helped her clean it out. There was all kinds of interesting things. Joe picked out some things to take with him, including some cookie cutters that he knew I would regret not taking to make cookies with, with our kids in the future. Additionally, he picked up a cane from the 1933 World's Fair that turned out to be worth $150! Well, one in better condition is. The best part was Jackie letting me throw out all of the stuff in the bathroom out of the medicine cabinet-old medicines and stuff. It was the best part ever. I might of got slightly wet. (That's the kind of thing that I know everyone will enjoy reading.)
Today (Sunday), Thanksgiving dinner was made. It was great and Joe got everyone all mushy and made everyone's ovaries hurt. Including his own. He simply can not wait for kids from anyone which makes everyone else excited too. I hate that the reality is two plus years and one marriage away...
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 11/20/11]
By some stroke of luck, my classes on Friday were canceled, essentially starting Thanksgiving break a day early but I had a quiz to take and took my sweet time doing. I also woke up late Friday and had other stuff to do before Joe and I could make our way to St.Joe.
On our way, we stopped in Concordia for a restroom break. We stopped at Fat Boyz. I noticed on their sign that it was 'Frogleg Fridays'. I made the suggestion half in joke that we should get some froglegs knowing his prediliction for odd meat. But really should you trust frog legs from the gas station? However, once inside they looked good and half of them disappeared in the time it took for Joe to go to the bathroom. We bought two pairs-Joe said you could tell which were frog legs because they had the butt. And no sooner than we did than some lady came in and wanted some and the clerk had to say that she just sold the last ones and it would be another six minutes. Anyway, because of their fried and gross nature, we decided to eat them in the car. You all know me, I'm not the biggest weird food eater. But I was excited. Frog legs are supposed to taste like chicken right? Oh yeah they do. The resemble chicken in both taste and texture. Joe and I each had one that was slightly fishy too-mine was also a little slimey. But I love frog legs. Now we'll have to coordinate our St.Joe visits on Friday in time to pass through Concordia at dinner for froglegs at the gas station.
Saturday, we just hung out. We went past his Grandpa John's house with Jackie where they have been doing massive cleaning. There are probably 50+ years worth of stuff there. It reminded me alot of when we played in Grandma Pope's basement as kids and when my mom helped her clean it out. There was all kinds of interesting things. Joe picked out some things to take with him, including some cookie cutters that he knew I would regret not taking to make cookies with, with our kids in the future. Additionally, he picked up a cane from the 1933 World's Fair that turned out to be worth $150! Well, one in better condition is. The best part was Jackie letting me throw out all of the stuff in the bathroom out of the medicine cabinet-old medicines and stuff. It was the best part ever. I might of got slightly wet. (That's the kind of thing that I know everyone will enjoy reading.)
Today (Sunday), Thanksgiving dinner was made. It was great and Joe got everyone all mushy and made everyone's ovaries hurt. Including his own. He simply can not wait for kids from anyone which makes everyone else excited too. I hate that the reality is two plus years and one marriage away...
[EDIT-Originally posted to Blogger on 11/20/11]
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