Easter dinner

We headed up to EOTE on Good Friday.  While we love the Handsome One dearly, there are times when, well, it would be nice to sleep in past 5:30 in the morning.  He does not have a weekend setting.

So it was a vacation for him of sorts.  Rebecca, our bff and general manager of Whiskers, called us on our drive to tell us that Samson was standing at the top of the play ramps, barking at all the other dogs, not sharing the play space.  It sounded just like him – his own king of the castle.

We never worry about him there.

It was a serene drive for the most part.  We stopped in Tawas to grab lunch, discovering that our favorite restaurant was closed from 12-3 in observance of Good Friday.  We grabbed a quick lunch at another place, unpacked and headed back to Tawas to restock the barren shelves.

We stopped in Klenows, a great local shop to pick up some chicken for dinner.  That’s where it first started.  A guy, a patron, looking like any mid-Michigan guy stopping to pick up groceries, asks the guy behind the counter for frog legs.

My stomach turns a little.  They are all out, he says.

Oh gross, I think.  Someone actually bought frog legs.

The guy sort of loses it.  It was ruined his meal.  His Easter.  Whatever will he do?

Seriously.  He is DESPONDENT.  All I can think is OH MY GOSH WHO IN THE WORLD EATS FROG LEGS?

Apparently, a lot of people in Tawas.  Thank goodness we had chicken and the Easter Buffet at Wiltses.

I miss my little piece of heaven.  And it's good to be back.