7.8.99, Thursday

    I slept in this morning. T. left at 6:30 to catch a 7:30 tee-time. He woke me up leaping to the door. He left the bathroom light on. I was not amused.

    "The boys" were gone golfing until close the 2:30 in the afternoon, messing up everybody's plans. When they got back, T. and I and Stephanie went souvenir shopping. She's sick and kind of lollygagged around most of the time. T. and I didn't find anything ingenious or gaggy enough to warrant spending cash on.

    We did, however, do lunch at The Pink Pony since we were so curious to see the inside. It was pretty anti-climactic as we were hoping for drag queens in mini-skirts not rednecks in tank-tops. The burger was tasty, though.

    For dinner, we did a sort of shrimp boil and all of us (around 20) managed to go through 16 pounds of shrimp in twenty minutes, give or take a few seconds. Along with the shrimp went the ubiquitous corn-on-the-cob and tomatoes.

    Throughout this week tomatoes and corn has been hoisted on us at every opportunity. I guess that's what happens when you have farmers in the family. The giant bag of big, red tomatoes came from Grandma Bert's sister, I believe, and the ears of corn (300 at first count) from Aunt Marsha's (T's father's youngest sister) farm. She and her husband Denny grow all sorts of thing. He came down here mid-week bearing hand-jarred and pickled pickles, both sweet and dill. I've never tasted a better pickle in my life. Her daughter, Jessica, fished out a clove of garlic from bottom of the jar for me to eat. I was dubious but most of the extreme garlicky taste had already been boiled out and it was all yummy, crispy goodness. The corn-on-the-cob has been to die for.

    After gorging ourselves, most everyone went out to play miniature golf at Adventure Island. I'm not sure where the "island" part came in but we had lots of fun. At first I was doing horribly, coming up with fives and sixes but on the back nine I sank two holes-in-one and a few twos and threes. At some point I caught a frog hopping along the path and showed it to the kids. It was a really cute frog.

    Around hole 16 I hit a wall of tiredness and needed to go to bed immediately. I managed through the last and clutched at T. for him to take care of me and take me home. Right now I'm waiting for the NyQuil to kick in. I feel awful. I think I've got the bug.

    NyQuil kicking in....