G had a smoothie to start things off.
The boys watched their first college football game together.
And G pretended to like the sofa bed to humor her daddy for getting it all ready for her.
But of course much preferred the middle of the nice cozy king bed.
We did the usual rounds the next day.
But were soon bitterly disappointed to find our cheese store was no more. Curd-less and with our hopes of embarrassing yearly pictures dashed,
| [G 2009, there was also a hole in the cheese next to the mouse we were planning on sticking J's little head] |
we continued down State Street to the campus.
And then quickly back for more food. And then, wonders! Both children sleeping,
we took full opportunity to relax in the shade and enjoy, what else, some deep-fried cheese curds and beer. (When in Wisconsin...)
Took a few more photos after breakfast this morning.
Or tried anyway.
| [last year - all-smiles, perfectly framed shot] |
| [this year - shall we say, less-than] |

What a difference a year makes, huh? Looks like fun all around. Do "fried" curds squeak too?
ReplyDeleteThey do NOT squeak. Maybe that's where they came from, a good use for 'old' curds. They are deliciously melty :)
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