Coming Home

We got back home safe and sound on Monday. At midnight. We wanted to leave around 7 in the morning or there abouts, but it didn't quite turn out that way. First my brother lost his phone, and we had to spend an hour or so looking for it. Unfortunately, it was on vibrate, as phones always are when you lose them. We searched all over the house and called it a few times, but it didn't turn up. So we left without it, or so we thought. It turned out to be in my brother's suitcase the whole time. Funny how that works out. The plan was that we would eat at Panera Bread a while down our route. But before we ate, we had to stop at a fireworks store and stock up on firecrackers and fountains before we left Missouri. We didn't even get to St. Louis until 1 PM, and there's still 10 hours after that. Before we continued, we had to stop and get ice cream at Ted Drewes. I got a brownie and cookie dough concrete (which is like a blizzard), which was so big that it served as my lunch, as well. Even Kingsley got a doggy dish (he was so full from the ice cream that he didn't eat dinner). Add in a few more stops, and a spilt tea, you get home at midnight. Much hasn't happened in the past few days, we're just recovering from vacation. We have been watching episodes from The Man from U.N.C.L.E, which is really funny, even if it's not trying to be. My dad wanted to see it, since he remembered watching it as a kid, and we rented the first few DVDs from the library. Apparently, there's always an attractive woman who helps, but she has to get her hair mussed up. It's like a rule, or something. I also finished my third book for summer reading, The Pearl by John Steinbeck. It was an easy read, and I found it quite interesting. Now I only have one more to read.For now, that's pretty much it.