Day Four/Five

Yesterday was an adventure, to say the least. Mini-golf happened, but little did we know that "Fineland" was going to be like a scene from a horror movie. All the games were broken down, the clown's face on the cotton candy machine completely distorted (and I HATE clowns), the skee-ball machine ate my quarter, and the mini golf was...rough. The greens were all torn up, the water in the "fountains" was mucky and brown, and the racing boats were afloat in the nastiest water I have ever seen. But man, such an exciting 18! Boo... Note to self - don't settle for the nearest mini golf course you find on the Internet. Research, research, research. Needless to say, we were all thankful that we attempted this place in the day light, because otherwise, we were awaiting a masked villain holding a chain saw or something...

Now, one of the best parts of the day was the fact that my brother had his boxers all over the lodge. This may sound strange, but this caused my future sister-in-law to post a huge note on the front door for when he returned from their game of real golf. A note that everyone saw. And laughed at. It just made me laugh because when he did come home, his first question to me was, "How do I deal with my future wife when she acts like my mom?" I had to say that he'll have to deal with it because it's part of our nature, and Paul had to throw in that most times, he gets stubborn and doesn't do what I ask because he doesn't want to be told what to do. At least he's honest...

Later that afternoon, Paul and I hit up the pool, while everyone went into town in waves. Now, I'm most definitely a fan of shopping in little shops for stuff you will NEVER need, but I just wasn't in the mood for it yesterday. We then proceeded to the restaurant of the almost-fainting host. He was better this time around, and had the knowhow to set us all up in one room. However, there was another family sitting at one of the four tables we needed, so like good grandchildren, we all piled into the room and took over one of the sets of tables already set up. We ran them out with our loud, Yankee talk, and fake arguments over sweet vs. sweetened tea. It was great. I think it took about 7 minutes total. We had a great dinner, the waitresses at least pretended to like our loud, obnoxious group, and the entire restaurant knew who we were when all of the grandchildren gathered together to YELL thank you to our grandparents in true, 5-year old fashion. Awesome.

The night ended with an excrutiating walk to a light house (thank you, cheap-a Pay-less shoes...we're still friends, it's ok...), another family photo at the light house, ice cream (again), and another set of sweaty, sticky badminton games. Yes, that's the proper spelling. In case you were wondering.

Today, however, is our last day here. I'm in the middle of immensely enjoying a homemade omelet, compliments of my Uncle Dave, and we'll continue on to clean up our stuff, and head out around 12:00 (11:00 our time) with Kari, the mom-like future sister-in-law. But Paul gets to drive the Acura. Our flight goes out tonight, and we return to our boring lives in AL. As quirky as our family is, I love and miss them a lot most of the time. It'll be hard to leave.