Reason Number 52 and 53...
So we have just completed another installment of how we're turning into our parents....
Somehow this began innocently enough, with a phone call from the Church. We needed to have our picture taken for the Church Directory. Since we go like twice a year, the directory must be right... claimed the DQ2.0
So she signed us up for a photo shoot. That was today.
The DQ2.0 dresses us all up in our "Sunday Best" and we cruse over in the Santa Maria to church for our photo shoot.
We walk in...
There is our photographer... Man it's a professional shoot. Replete with the props and cheesy marblized backgrounds... I look down at the packaging...
It's Olin Mills....
Then it all came back to me... I can still see the old photos now..... Ita and Wowo all young and happy... Tia and the Editor totally dapper and cute. I just searched my house, in vain, for this photo that is burned into my retina. (ergo Reason #52)
All "Olin Mills"
Oh yes... Many of you probably know and can remember back in your glory years....
I mouthed to DQ2.0 "O-LIN MILLLLS"... She's like, what? OH!
It was too late. Next thing we know, we're creening and contorting our bodies into shapes that just aren't humane. 'Arch your back... now turn your head to the right, but crack your neck back to the left..."
Meanwhile, the Twizz just didn't want to assist. The Pizz was totally hamming it up for the camera... replete with her sparkle shoes! Cokes kept burping up lunch, which was some unholy combo of formula, broccoli, onions and cauliflower. Mims was stone cold straight faced... Did not crack even a sly smile... and the photodude was surely trying.
Finally it was all over.
After this we were stuck with the "checkoutlady" trying to sell us a "package" She kept talking and talking, while the Pizz was running around the room and Twizz began to shriek. I bought something just to get us out of there...
Then, since we were all nice and fancy, I decided to go out for a "fancy dinner" on the water. So we went to the Pilot House, on the river. At 5pm... When it opened....
I mean who really goes to a restaurant when it opens... oh no!!! (Reason #53...)
So we had our pick of seats and ordered something that sounded good. Then we stared. The food came out (and we promptly asked for the check) and we ate. Then we started criticizing our food. (I have never done this before...) Truth be told, neither have my parents... but DQ and I did. My "Lousiana spicy shrimp" was definitely not Louisiana... unless you count unloading a bottle of Tobasco sauce. The DQ's fish was bland. The Pizz lover her cheeseburger... Then I harked back to the days of getting dressed up with the fam and going out to a nice restaurant (here I would insert Steak-n-Ale) and eating so-so food. Then having to leave early and go home.
Oh God! I am like my parents...
(Editor's Note: Fortunately this evening did not require us having to force the Pizz to eat. A long time ago, I was forced to try "Angels on Horseback". I knew even before trying this ghastly thing that I did not like it. But Ita and Wowo had to prove a point to the young Editor. I was forced to eat it... but promptly threw it back up on my plate... HA! I showed them! Fortunately this didn't happen tonight... But I am starting to see this developing with Cokes and his Broccoli!!!)
Photos to follow... when "the package" arrives in the mail!
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