Our very first stop was at Culvers; home of the butter burger and the land of cheese curds and frozen custard. It's practically a rite of passage if you come to Wisconsin. This wasn't the only time we'd be frequenting Culvers.
"Okay Grammy Kay," I say, "Can you stop kissing him? He isn't going to have any skin on his cheeks if you keep at it!"
"He's my GRANDBABY! I can do anything I want because I only see him twice a year!"
"Oh sorry, I didn...."
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Grammy Kay stands up and shakes her golden mane. "Look at him move the whole high chair! I thought he was about to fall, but he is DO DRONG!"
"Drong?"I ask. "Are you dropping the s's in words again?"
"I can do what I want! He is so strong and independent! He will be a leader! A fantastic leader!"
"I thought he was going to do something with his hands?" Kim asks.
"Oh, HE WILL!"
Then there was the pizza place.
"HEY HEY HEY!" Grandpa sings into the phone. "Is this still the best pizza place in Sauk County?"
Aunt Stacy met us for breakfast one morning at the little diner downtown on her way to my cousin Sara's house to help prepare for the wedding.
"Oh there's Stacy right there," Grammy Kay says, pointing to the parking lot.
Aunt Stacy catches us sitting at the big table by the window from the parking lot. She waves.
"Oh wow, I can't believe she saw us," I say.
"Oh yeah! Stacy has excellent eyesight!" Grammy Kay glows with excitement.
"Really?" I say.
"Yeah, well I have 20/20," Grammy Kay says, "And Stacy's is even better!"
"You really can't get better than 20/20," Kim says.
"And no you don't! You wear glasses!"
"Only cheaters! I can see 20/20, this way!" Grammy Kay points outward with her fingers.
Stacy walks in and attacks all of us with massive bearhugs and jolly laughter before she sits down and we question her about her eyesight.
"I don't have good eyesight!" she laughs, "I wear contacts!"
"Your hair is so gorgeous!" Grammy Kay quickly changes the subject, " I love you as a blonde!"
"Thank you!" Aunt Stacy says.
"Yeah! Now we're real sisters!" Grammy Kay pounds the table and erupts into wild hyena laughs.
Stacy chuckles too, "And your hair is cute too!"
Stacy then turns to me, "Last time I saw her; her. hair. was. not. cute!
Grammy Kay shrugs.
"Well it wasn't, and she knows it!"
The Mexican Joint.
"These margaritas are good!" Kim slurps hers down.
"Yes," Grandpa says kicking his feet back on the table.
"Would you like to order?" the waiter asks.
"No," Grandpa says, "I like to relax and really let this margarita ruminate first."
Grammy Kay "decided" to make us Taquito's when we told her to.
"So can you make us Taquitos?" Kim asks. "We're at the store. Do you need anything?
"OH!" Grammy Kay shouts. "I have almost all the stuff for it already! Great idea!"
"What do you need?" I ask.
"Well, I have green onions, potatoes, and I have Mexican Crema. Can you pick up; the corn tortillas, the chicken to chop up, mole, oh I ran out of oil, lettuce, salsa, sour cream if you don't like the crema, and I think that's it. I have almost everything except for the things I told you to get! See ya soon.
Food and Grandparents! You just have to love them! Separately of course.
Comic By Bitstrips