Naomi in the driver's seat
It warmed up enough yesterday afternoon to melt the ice on the expressway, and we were able to meet our truck driving uncle at a truck stop near Ann Arbor. In search of a place to sit and talk, we drove to the mall, which reminded me of a zoo. Betsy and Julie did find a couple of good-looking guys, though. It was too noisy and busy for visiting, so we ended up sitting in our fifteen passenger van, eating cookies and listening to Uncle Keith's morbid "I had a friend..." stories. It was dark when we returned to the truck stop, but we still were able to climb in and over Uncle Keith's bobtail (without a trailer) truck before we headed north again.
As we walked through Macys, Uncle Keith said he could hear his Mom saying, "Now Keith, don't touch anything. Keep your hands in your pockets."
Betsy and a good-looking guy
Julie and her friend
Libby and Betsy on the back of Uncle Keith's truck
Dad peeking through the window into the cab
I see you girls prefer guys who dress up! Not the scruffy kind! That was my taste too, when I was young! Well, one day your prince will come, maybe dressed up...maybe not...
ReplyDeleteYeah...Betsy says she prefers guys with blank looks.
ReplyDeleteAh yes....Uncle Keith stories...always entertaining.
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