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Lake Erie looks like the ocean and rivals Pacific waters in the cold department. Maybe next time we’ll go in more than ankle deep. The gulls there know what’s up when you have a box of crackers, and make obnoxiously demanding noises for them. Also, we like Coke, bees like Coke, we don’t like bees, bees don’t like us. Don’t feed the gulls or swat at the bees, and you’ll have a fine time. We did!
After talking away the afternoon out in the sun, then burgers on the grill for yet another scrumptious dinner, eight of us made it to a late night sing-a-long showing of Mamma Mia!… we had the entire theatre to ourselves. Jagger ditched all seven of us girls for his own row up front, and Jessica gave me the evil eye any time I’d actually sing. With all of our road time, we’ve listened to the soundtrack at least a dozen times, and the words were right there in big, ugly karaoke letters–how could I not sing along?! Mom and Aunt Darlena were singing the most, maybe I should have sat next to them. Cheesy good fun and lots of laughter, as promised!
Yesterday was AWESOME! Cousin Sherri had the best seats in town for the Cleveland Air Show. Seeing the city from Key Tower’s 49th floor was amazing, and watching the Blue Angels from up there was beyond stellar! How many times am I going to use the word “the” in this post? I believe that question puts me at 18 so far.
There are talks of stopping at Niagara Falls this week, but I’m the only one of us birds that thought to bring a passport for border crossing. Hopefully the hype that surfaced today won’t fizzle out quickly–the New York side would be worth the drive, right? Going there is high on my list (I know, me me me), alongside requests for stopping in Chicago and at the salt flats during our drive back to Oregon. Which, by the way, we don’t have a set date for yet.
I keep promising more pictures. They’re coming, but not tonight. We’re finally operating on east coast hours (in a late nighter kind of way), so it feels like ten minutes shy of 4:00am and time to dream.
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Okay, birds, the fun is getting out of control now! There should be a limit to how much spontaneous, cheesy fun a girl can have— unless I’m along! If I were all the way over there, I wouldn’t pass Niagra Falls. And, I definitely would have sang with ya Abby… LOUDLY, too!