I've been putting off this post. Not because I didn't have fun, or because I don't like ya, because dammit, you're awesome. (I just think someone should have told you that much sooner!). Nope, it's because I had 203 photos from our trip, which frankly wasn't a lot in my opinion, but I still didn't want to sort, and pull out my favorites, because lets face it, I could easily put 203 photos here.
I narrowed it to 35.
So we get their Thursday, and I updated you with what we did that day like 2 weeks ago. On Friday, we got up bright and early with absolutely no plan in mind.
We were quite sceptical.big giant fan of Michael Jackson? Like, when I was 14 he was my moon and my stars? No really. I had a beat it jacket and everything!
Well with mom... that guy is Roy Rogers.
(don't forget Dale Evans and Trigger too!)
Yeah I don't get it either.
Anyway, there's a RR museum in Branson, and that's the one place mom really wanted to go. Not even to the museum or music show (she'd already done that!) She just wanted to hit the gift shop.
Funny, it worked!
Guess how much it cost.
Take a wild guess! I'll tell you at the end.
'Cept "Obey your parents". Screw that. Well, unless you're my kid, then dammit do what I say!
BTW, the tree, made of horse shoes?
We went down to old Branson, and ate lunch at a really busy diner.
I don't care WHAT Aunt Amber says Tayen, you're NOT A BRAT. Really.
(trying to edge up my standing a little bit here).
I gave Tayen a sweet potato, and she already had a french fry, one in each hand. She looks at the sweet potato fry, sets it down and says "Bye bye"!
Torrie and Amber found one of the same bottles I bought at WALMART for $2 less. *sigh*
It was ok.
After that, we ditched mom and Tayen and all us girls went out and got rowdy and got tattoos. Cuz we're bad asses like that.
Saturday, we got up at the buttcrack of dawn.
so much for restful vacations!
And headed off for Silver Dollar City. This is a place that I have been at least 20 times. We went EVERY YEAR when I was a kid, always during the fall craft festival because it was so pretty, not hot, and my mom's favorite part of SDC.
I really love all the little details around SDC. You will look in the oddest places, and see just little "extras" that add to the feel of the place.
And we used it!
If you ever hit SDC, you KNOW you have to take the train... even tho the trip has never changed in 30 years. I could probably recite the skit word for word, but you still have to go.
Please SDC, never change this!!
You know the end is growing near, when you see the Jail. It's a family tradition to get your pic taken in the jail:
Yeah, I've only done that 20 times.
Which mom has proof, but I don't, so I'll give you the runner up:
I'm the adorable one in the middle.
In a giant casket.
And what trip is complete without my obligatory photo of pickled watermelon rinds and green tomato pickles.
Mmmmm Mmmm good.
Don't look Carol.... that's what I got you for Christmas!
I kinda feel their pain. That's what my pantry looks like right now, only it's all apple butter!
Our last day, Sunday... we were *ready to go home*
I took 3 pics. All at the restaurant before we left at TWO PM!
Mmm... waffle fries.
Almost made the grouchiness worth it.
Over all, everyone admitted they had fun. We were all a little hesitant, but ended up having a great time. We want to go again.
But this time I'M DRIVING!