Bill, Michelle, Jack and I went down to Iowa for the weekend. Aaah, nothing to do, nowhere to be, no schedule of any kind... it was a much-needed thing for me. Weather was decent all weekend, just a bit of foggy flurries and chilly.
Akira came along (he belongs to Bill and Michelle) and he's always fun (he's got a sense of humor) but he's got this powerful weapon that he only uses in small enclosed spaces, like a car, and it can clear out your sinuses (in a bad way) in about 1 picosecond. Beware the anal leakage! Yechh. Poor Michelle always seems to be the receiver of these "gifts"... Too bad the sheer power of an iPod jacked into the car stereo couldn't counteract the olfactory anguish.
The giant Happy Chef greeted us on the outskirts of Mankato and we stopped to relieve the dog (and our noses). We concluded that the Happy Chef is a baker, 'cuz he sure looks baked.
The place we stayed at has a "giggle shower" which we all found very luxurious. We dubbed it so as it is one of those fancy-pants units with a spray head, a water fall and two spray jets on the wall (chest and groin heights) which can spray, pulse or both while moving. The lower one tickled my bum. Hee hee! Turning them all on at once just makes a person giggle. Having all those water nozzles is so decadent and the heated flooring... oh man. I'm a sucker for a long hot shower anyway...
We toured a few antique stores on Saturday, just for fun, and saw many amazing things. I picked up a tie and lusted after some swanky dishes. Should I call them back and have them shipped? Maybe... Maybe. I could use a set of dishes.
Bill cooked all weekend and I felt guilty. But dang, it was tasty. Fresh home-made pasta (yes, the noodles, too) and sauce, bread, fruit. Yummy. Some ice cream and a mini belated-birthday cake, which Bill claims was only 'cuz I was having a major sugar craving. Not so! Big fire in the fireplace lulled Bill and I to sleep after we watched a lame-sort of movie ("Tart" - skip it).
The lake was just ice (no snow cover), so no snowmobiling for us. Actually, the lake had a few big open spots on it so we would've been far too wigged out to go on it anyway. Yikes.
Oh, and we saw at least five El Caminos for sale. So tempting....