Ok, I finally have time to post about the vacay. 

We had a great time-for the most part.  When we pulled in to a Sonic a few hours short of OKC, the temp. on the dashboard read 104 and stayed there pretty much the whole time.  They were going to have a “cold front” come through after we left.  In OKC that means the high will only be 95.  At least they didn’t have the high humidity yet. 

On Monday we went to an Aquatic center that Hubs andhis brothers used to spend their entire summers.  I brought SPF 15 sunblock.  Yes, I know it must be much higher, but I’m an idiot who wants a tan.  Hubs and Endora used what they thought was a 6 but it ended up being just the Hawaiian Tropic Tanning Oil that we used as teens trying to get that oiled up tan.  I got some burn on my chest and shoulders.  Nothing painful, just stingy if I scratched the itchies.  Hubs got a 2nd degree burn.  He usually burns once during the summer and then it turns to a very dark tan.  That’s the Native American in him.  This time he burned so badly that he couldn’t sleep for 3 days and almost 2 weeks later he is still peeling.  To top it off we promised Endora a trip to the water park-with lots of slides, a lazy river and gallons upon gallons of nice, cool water.   Hubs and I wore T-Shirts to try to keep our burns from getting worse and now I have a farmer tan over my aquatic tan.  

But we did have a wonderful time.  I love visiting my in-laws.  I am one of the very few women who adores my MIL and FIL.  They met Endora for the first time and love her to pieces.  Technically its the 2nd for FIL and 3rd for MIL, but she was so young then and they didn’t get to spend much time together and getting to know one another. 

Despite living on the far edge of the city, right across the street from their apartment is a huge piece of property with horses.  The colt was born shortly before we arrived and was just the sweetest thing.  There was a busy roadway separating us so we couldn’t get close, but they were still beautiful to see.   Endora was enchanted by the red dirt.  There is so much iron content in that area that the dirt is actually red and not brown.  She had to bring home a big bag of it so her friends could have some.  Great souvenir.  “My BFF went to Oklahoma and all I got was dirt.”

Now-on to my beef about stereotypes:

Chicago is NOT exceptionally windy.  Y’all have much more wind than we do.  It’s called the Windy City because of all the blow-hard politicians and their long-winded speeches.  Yes, thanks to “The Lake”, we do get a fair amount of wind during winter and the sky-scrapers add to it, but it originally came from our strong democratic political roots.  We are also the Hog Butcher for the World, but Babe isn’t running wild in the streets.  We have been called ”The City of Big Shoulders” but our residents are not all linebackers.  So please, if you will stop with all the stereotypes, I promise to not ask where all the ”Surrey with the fringe on the top” are.    Or if all the women are sluts like Ado Annie.  Got it?

Now that we are home, we are getting things in gear to get Agatha ready for BAU.  She has to go this month to register her classes, get her ID and continue to get the lay of the land.  She will move in September at which point I will most likely need to be tranquilized in order to leave *MY BABY! MY BABY!*