Hello – it’s me!

Dad awoke sorely disappointed that severe Thunderstorms never materialized last night. Instead, we were greeted by the idyllic back wash of a cold front.

We wrapped up our laundry & water pump and new bathroom faucet installation and rig cleaning  brief stay with Grandma and Grandpa today … but not before I chewed out a visitor. I find that I get protective of people I like, and if interlopers (regardless of how friendly they may be) get in the way, I’m gonna let them hear it. We’ll catch up with Grandma and Grandpa for a real visit next week. I hear there’s another Grandma and Grandpa on the docket this weekend. How many Grandmas and Grandpas are you allowed to have. Seventy-three?

Remember way back in North Dakota when Dad lost SiriusXM? Remember how we had to tolerate his dissatisfaction with the musical situation … for more than a thousand miles?

Well, today that all ended. Mom says “we’re going to a stereo installation place in Madison”. And I’m like:

Around closing time, we arrived.

A guy named Greg scritched my tummy … then identified a problem with the antenna.

Guess what?

We’ve got SiriusXM again! That’s the kind of solution that $39 of labor can buy a pup.

Dad says, “Let’s celebrate!”. Mom says, “How about a supper club?” Dad says “Roger that!”

Once again … the protocol is to order drinks (#crosssell), then sit in the bar and wait until somebody takes your order.

The place was hoppin’!

In Supper Club tradition, you are seated when the Relish Tray and Salads arrive at your table. I know, #classy.

That’s four pickle spears, two cinnamon buns, a Relish Tray, fourteen pads of butter, two buns, and eight pair of bread sticks … all included along with your salad (#frenchdressing) as part of your meal.

How do you avoid nomming that Relish Tray?

Of course, this is the opening salvo in a two-pronged dinner opportunity. Dad ordered delicious, nourishing Lake Perch, paired with french fries and a half-quart of tartar sauce. Yes, there is green on his plate (#andremembertherewasgreenontheRelishTray).

Mom took full advantage of the faux-cheese offering on the hash browns.

Two dinners, the Relish Tray, fourteen pads of butter, eight pairs of bread sticks, two cinnamon rolls, four pickle spears, a slice of faux cheese on the hash browns, a Miller High Life and a Southern Comfort Old Fashioned Sweet cost us (plus tax) … are you ready for this?

You can’t get a bowl of cioppino in the Pacific Northwest for $40.

Mom and Dad brought me back a sampling of the dinner rolls, making my 75 minute wait in the rig all the more worthwhile.

I thought we were done for the day, to be honest. But Dad says we’re going to Walgreens to get prescriptions filled, and then we’re going to Blue Mound State Park to spend the night, and I’m like …

So that’s our story for today … that’s how we rolled, folks. I hope Grandma feels better after surgery, and I hope Mom & Dad feel better after their 4,938 calorie experience at a Supper Club. Thank God there was a Relish Tray to provide heart-healthy options.