Vanna has spent a LOT of time at Gramma's this summer since Daddy has gotten a job and I am of course working full time.
She was home for two nights last week. The first night I was getting her plate ready for dinner when she looked at Bubba and for some unknown reason told him, "You're a jerk!".
Me: "Everyone in this house needs to start being nicer to each other and talking much nicer"
Dad: "Why did you say that? What did Bubba do?"
Vanna: (wails) "You all HATE ME!" and ran into her room.
We all just stood there looking at each other. Yup, that's my little drama queen! She went back to Gramma's the next day.
Not long ago we decided to take a trip to New Jersey to go to Six Flags Great Adventure, they have a safari there which I really wanted to see since I could care less about roller coasters and any other amusement park ride for that matter. So, a few days before we left I booked a very nice hotel room at a place with an indoor pool on one of those hotel sights that gives you cheaper rates. The day arrived an off we went.
We arrived at the hotel after about 6.5 hours of HOT, MUGGY driving. Daddy and I went into the hotel to check in and told the kids to wait in the car. I handed the guy my credit card and ID. He ran the card and said, "I'm sorry, your credit card has been declined. Do you have another form of payment?"
I started to panic because of course I didn't. Dad looks at me and says, "You said you have the money in the account with a little extra."
Me: "I do!"
I check my account on my phone and the money is there. I ask the guy if he will take cash. "I'm sorry Ma'am our system isn't made to accept cash payments".
Dad: "Can I see a copy of the bill?"
The guy prints it out and thankfully Dad is observant enough to notice he is trying to charge us almost $100 more then we had agreed to pay on the website. He, thankfully, had brought along our confirmation form so everything got fixed and we checked into our room.
The next morning, I woke up early in the hotel and found Bubba cuddling up against Dad, hehe. I went down to get a cup of coffee. There didn't seem to be any readily available. Now, you must understand that when I stay at a hotel it comes with free coffee in the reception area and a continental breakfast...I couldn't seem to find that in this hotel.
So I went into the restaurant and a hostess met me at the door. "I would just like coffee, please", I said. She pointed to the coffee and went off to a table. I walked past the buffet and got my coffee and left.
Bubba found me enjoying my coffee a little while later and I told him to go into the restaurant and get himself a cup. He came back in a few minutes and looked at me funny.
Me: "What?"
Bubba: "You didn't tell me it cost anything"
Me: "Umm, it does?"
Bubba: "Mom? Did you seriously just steal a cup of coffee?"
Me: "Not on purpose!"
I gave him some money and told him to go pay for a cup of coffee for himself and to pay for mine. He decided he didn't want coffee, so back I went to the restaurant VERY embarrassed and apologetic and paid for my cup of coffee, which she then let me refill....AT NO CHARGE! *smh*
Apparently, the buffet also cost money...no free breakfast at this hotel. I complained to Dad who said, "You just said to find a hotel with a pool!" He had a point.
We enjoyed the park, though none of the animals were very close and at one point on the safari they stopped and I went into use the rest room. I'm not sure WHAT I stepped on but I noticed a bloody mess with organs in it under my foot and I tracked it around the bathroom and outside. You'd think something that made that much of a mess would have made a noise, or I would of felt it...but nope.
I spent the day following Dad and the kids around while they went on rides. Vanna couldn't go on a lot of them because she was "too short". THIS is why we stick to the Six Flags that is close to the house, cuz she can go on all the rides!
During the driving portion of the trip the route we took had many farms. As most families do (or so I'd like to believe) every time we passed a farm and smelled cow poop someone would yell, "Ewww, WHO FARTED!"
About the third time this happened mid someone's yell, Dad states, "I like the smell of cow manure". The car went silent. Dad looked around and realized we were all looking at him like he had three heads.
Dad: "What?"
In stereo, the three of us said, "EWWWW! You're SO WEIRD!!!" hehe
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