Breakfast WIth the Family

While up North I had the rare pleasure of a visit by most of the family residing in Kitschland. Kenze and Drew had some vacation time to burn so they came up here. I was able to corral my kinfolk for a breakfast in Emerald City.

Clockwise from the lovely and witty lady on the far right: Patti (sister of the current Mrs. Blythe), Drew, Norah, Alfred (Ayla), Wombie, Mrs. Wombie Holly, Jeanne (Phil's wife) and brother Phil.

You will notice panning through these pics that there is a constant throughout: Miss Norah follows cameras, like horse flies follow horses. Cute, isn't she?

Look at Phil's expression as I snap this one. The table behind them is full of Lee's. Danny "Granny" was featured in last Friday's post. Different cap. Jeanne was quite thoughtful and brought good bags for the kids.

These are the four reasons why I am not living in Northlandia. Damn it! They're spoiling all my fun.

I'm not sure if Phil is really listening or zoning out, but I'm guessing he is paying keen attention to every word. After breakfast we would travel to Seaton to the great park they have there and then on to Keithsburg to show the kids what a river looks like. Fun, fun day. One of those I'll remember. Thanks for joining me all you guys.

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