Our plan for Sunday was to have a cookout at the RV park. Billy, Liz, their daughter Erin, and Gus were all coming at 3:00 pm. That morning we decided to take the dogs to a huge fenced dog park Kip found the day before. The dogs loved running all over chasing each other. There were balls and toys laying all around in the grass. The park even had several water spigots with bowls underneath. It takes a lot to impress our pampered pets, but they think leashless is the way to go.
Come back in an hour. I smell a rat.
By the time we left to go to the store and pick up food for the picnic, the temperature had dropped, and it was sprinkling. Kip cooked the burgers outside on the grill, but we gathered inside to eat. Gus brought my favorite New York style cheesecake from Trader Joe’s for dessert. It wasn’t too crowded for the people and animals, but we had to balance dishes and food on limited RV counter space. It was still fun.
After dinner, the guys started watching the Cowboy game. I gave Liz their copy of the Sanderson DVDs, and she and Erin wanted to watch them. We won out. Can you believe it? The guys looked like they were in severe pain, but they let us watch most of the 2 hours. Poor Gus and Kip had to watch it all for the second time. Billy kept asking when he would see the young Queen Mary riding in a wagon pulled by her horse Governor. You know the scene where she wore a tinfoil crown and sat in a folding chair in the wagon, AND.. she wore her Kitty Reynolds red formal.
Strange, but he expressed disappointment that it went by too fast. Maybe I overdid the build up some, but he can always watch it again on his own. That’s the beauty of recorded memories.
I love family get-togethers..Billy and Gus…Liz, Erin, Billy and Kip.
Goodbye Pomona KOA..On to Cathedral City!
Kip knew I was missing my Queendom and found this crowned mask at a thrift store where our friend JoAnne volunteers. I love it!
- I’m going to post this with a promise to catch up soon. We’re getting ready to go for a tram ride up to the top of beautiful Mt. SAN JACINTOoooo.
- You are such a brave Jones County soul Murdo Girl. (I read the article Sherri sent about the birth of Jones County.) I’m not doing that!