Christmas One: Spoo!

The Friday before Christmas, Queen and King Spoo came from the great state of Virginia to visit. This was grand fun, as they generally only come by our neck of the woods once every year or two.

We were initially concerned about whether or not they'd made it out of state successfully. You see, two years ago when they came there was a gas truck that exploded outside their condo. Before that, I don't remember what it was, but there was a big boom just before they left. We didn't see any fireballs from VA on the news this year, so we thought maybe they decided not to leave the state.

Well, this year they managed to arrive without any mass destruction preceding (or following) them. Quite good.

We had a good visit and went to Logan's Roadhouse for dinner. I had never been to Logan's before. They have barrels of shelled peanuts all over the place. You can just grab a handful, eat the peanuts, and shuck the shells onto the floor. Everywhere you go, there's the crunch of peanut shells underfoot. I was in love. I'm only a fair-to-moderate peanut fan, but there was just something about flinging peanut shells that appealed to me, probably more than it should.

Anyway, when they left, Queen Spoo got our her keys to unlock the car. She hit the panic button instead. So, in relative darkness and more-or-less into the evening hours, the car was "WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP" 'ing while Queen Spoo tried to shut it up and King Spoo and I acted like we weren't associated with the noisy car. It was most amusing. To be fair, it wasn't Queenie's car, so she wasn't familiar with the clicker.

Thanks for coming to visit, King and Queen Spoo! Hopefully next time you come, the Misses and I won't be apartment-dwelling anymore, so that car alarm will annoy fewer people. ;)