Best scene ever. Husband’s timing is genius.
This zoo clearly understands children
So this wraps up my unintended and unofficial series about a few Texans in the midwest. The image below is the current menu at the Grand Cafe, where we took my husband’s grandmother for lunch in her hometown of a small town in Iowa, where anyone who didn’t have blond hair and blue eyes was looked up and down questioningly generations ago (yeah, I would’ve been kind of screwed). It’s an adorable little restaurant on Main Street with its walls covered in kitsch and newspaper clippings of locals. Examples follow.
No, this was not 30 years ago, this was 2 weeks ago
Because all Norwegians run with their hands in their pockets. My husband sure does! Gets a laugh outta me every time we see one of those signs in central Texas – and can he run with those hands in his pockets!
The Norwegians are coming! The Norwegians are coming!
I don’t think they actually had Pepsi.
Old Pepsi Sign
Be beautiful being you, just in a sack. You’ll look like a sack and feel like a sack, because you are in a sack. You’ll be charm personified. Plus I hear the French look is hot now.
What real women do.
Apropos.
They were expecting us
Upon our return home, we unpacked to find a little note from the TSA explaining how badly they felt for breaking our lock.
Hugs and kisses, the TSA
Thanks TSA! I feel incredibly safe with you breaking my locks now.
Strange to hear someone say that a place other than Texas is the center of the universe
Thanks for stopping by!
I love seeing Texas stuff in other states. Makes me feel at home! Both my and my husband’s families are from Iowa. Sometimes I think it’s the center of the universe!