When I was little, my uncle Mark lived in Houston. Every summer I went to visit him with my family. The crew always consisted of me, my grandmother, my great-grandmother, and my great-grandfather. Sometimes my mom made the trip too. We always piled into my great-grandfather's most recent version of the Ford Crown Victoria and headed south. I remember that I would get to do really fun things like go to the beach in Galveston (without sunscreen), and go to restaurants where I could order Shirley Temples. I know those don't seem like big exciting things now, but you couldn't do either one in Nocona, Texas, so I was in high cotton. Another thing I remember about these trips was that my grandmother and great-grandmother ALWAYS cleaned out my uncle's refrigerator. I guess because he was a boy, and a bachelor at the time, and we all know that boys are just gross. But your refrigerator gets gross if you are a girl too, which brings me to the point of this post...
Travel, My Pup, and other things I love...