We had to make the sign. You may remember us making it in Cincinnati. Since we didnt really know when he was coming home, we had to be prepared. Turns out our sign hung, and hung, blowing in the wind, waiting for its recipient to come home and read it. After 7 months, and 3 or 4 delays-the sign was finally read by our day.
But, the preparations.
And we just HAD to get our toes done! Papa, too! Notice my polish next to me. Red, white and blue. Yes, please on the sparkles!
And since the arrival date kept getting postponed...and postponed...we found other things to do besides sitting and waiting. We went to the Palm Springs Zoo. In case you haven't realized that we live in the smokin' hot desert yet, here's a clue. The zoo is only open form 7am to 1pm. Yeah, and we left around 1030 cuz it was too darn hot.
And since Dad was in Afghanistan, or somwhere between here and there, we thought we would see some of the same sites that he's used to. I don't think he was fortunate enough to ride a camel, though. We'll have to ask him.
Oh, but we found fun, we did. We took Papa to the bowling alley. Where he rallied in the tenth frame to take the trophy from mom. And Papa was very impressed with the prices. All four of us to play-$7. Grilled cheese? $1.55. Pretty sweet deal we've got on base.