Conversation buzzed merrily when we rocked in the surperb accomodations of Cracker Barrel after touring Williamsburg on Sunday night. Although we had never visited this magical giftshop/family resturant before, we spent a pleasant evening there. One of the highlights of the giftshop was a toy parrot who would mimic anything you told it in a high squeaky voice. We laughed until we felt like crying over the way it would respond to movie lines and other things. Laughter truly is the best medicine isn't it? :-)
Since our party was large, we rarely sat at one big table together in any of the resturants we visited. We had to rent two cars as well, so it was a normal occurance for each table/car to chafe at the inability to share in conversation with the other party. :-)
4 comments:
Sally:
You forgot to mention that this night was memorable because of the news we received that our chickens had attempted a last stand against the dogs and ended up sharing Custer's fate.
Dad
Oh, No!!! We've had our fair share of renditions of Custer's Last Stand with our chickens and dogs. I'd have to say that chickens are very dedicated when it comes to an authentic re-enactment of a battle scene and the aftermath that follows!!! Are these chickens the same conspirators of previous posts?
Carol
Ha! You had us laughing with your comment Carol. You sound like you have truly shared our pain. :-P Yes, this was the third time the family has been gone and a massacre ensued. Our egg production, (happily for Max) has gone down considerably but we hope to have replacements soon.
We are still finding piles of feathers laying in clumps everywhere! Poor, poor chickens.
Yes, they are wise in their wicked ways. Our entire 40 acres will soon be repopulated by millions of creepy yellow eyes.
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