The McHusband’s parents got a new toy. A 4o-foot (or so) toy.
When you climb in, you’re in the cockpit so this is to your left: the main living space, then you walk through the bathroom to the bedroom, which has a king-sized bed in it.
I made myself at home on one of the Euro chairs while the McMom set up house for the remaining 18 hours or so they’d be parked in our driveway.
Of course, the boys couldn’t leave well enough alone and had to find something to mess with. Actually, they were checking the antennas that made contact with the bridge they went under as they came through Apex that afternoon. For those of you familiar with that area and that bridge – yeah, we’re all breathing a sigh of relief that the antennas are all that touched the bridge. We sent them home a different way as no one was willing to chance the RV fitting under the bridge on the other side.
Morgan checked out things a little lower. “Good to go down here, guys!”
That night, we went to Poole’s Diner for dinner.
I’ve been wanting to try Poole’s for a while now, but they don’t take reservations and it’s a pretty small place that gets and stays busy through the dinner hour so it just hasn’t worked out for us to go there with our usual group of friends. I appreciate the McHusband and his parents accommodating me and letting me dictate where we ate that night.
The menu is pretty small because it depends somewhat on what’s locally available and changes often to demonstrate the chef’s culinary creativity. As such, the menu is written out on chalkboards hung in a couple different places.
We didn’t get a full group picture; the McHusband and I just took turns behind the camera.
The McMom said we were sitting next to John Lennon.
We went home for dessert (Brownie Pie with Peppermint Oreos and White Chocolate Peppermint Frosting, yum!) and a movie then the McInlaws made the 25-foot commute to their RV for bed. They came back in the morning for breakfast: a hash brown-egg-cheese casserole that I cooked in the crockpot overnight and some blueberry muffins from the newest issue of Southern Living. {Recipes coming soon}
The McInlaws left at 12:15 on Sunday, almost exactly 24 hours after they arrived. The McDad backed their vacation-home-on-wheels out into the cul-de-sac then did his pre-travel inspection. Looks like they’re good to go!
Thanks for visiting, we enjoyed seeing you guys and checking out the new toy. And as they say in the south, “Ya’ll come back now, ya hear?!”
A little technical difficulty means you get this video of the McInlaws arriving at the end of the post instead of way back up at the top.
