“In my shorts”

She couldn’t get in my pants but she did make it into my shorts!

(O.B.) MARYLIN! Have you seen my blue pill-box? (Mert) Silence… (O.B.) MARYLIN! (louder) (Me) Dad, I don’t think she’s in here? (Me) Would you and mom like to drive down to Seward today? (O.B.) How far away is that? I just know your mother moved those pillboxes on me, I had them sitting right over there by the medicine cabinet. (Me) I think it’s about 120 miles away? (O.B.) NO, I’m not going to ride that far! (Me) Remember that knife I brought home from Alaska you liked? I bought that from a little knife shop that’s on the way to Seward. (O.B) really? I’m in!! Do you think Jenn would mind if I rode in the front seat? My legs just can’t take that kind of time sitting in one place that long. (Never mind he just drove 350-400 miles a day for 11 days straight to get here 🙂

(Me) Hey mom, do you want to ride down to Seward today with Jenn and me? (Mert) oh, I don’t know, how far away is that? (Me) well, it’s about 120 miles or so. (Mert) is your dad going? (Me) They have an Aquatic center down there and lots of quaint little shops! (Mert) Oh, they do? That sounds like fun!

(Me) Hey Jenn, I thought I would take O.B. and Mert to Seward today, what do you think, would you like to go? (Jenn) How far away is that? (Me) It’s this really quaint little town on the bay and they have really cool pubs on the waterfront with a fresh catch! (Jenn) Wow, that sounds awesome, how long of a drive did you say that was? (Me) It’s a beautiful scenic drive through the mountains, a couple of hours south. (Jenn) Sure, if that’s what you want, that’s fine.

Oh ya, right there!

(O.B.) MARYLIN! Would you get that vibrator out and run it on my lower back, please? If I’m going to ride in a car all day I’m going to need a little therapy!

Benz the dog couldn’t quite figure out what that contraption was doing to Grandpa but all he knew was it’s evil and he was going to bite it! 10 seconds later he had jumped up on O.B. and was trying to bite the evil vibrating man destroyer.

We all loaded up in the car and made our way south to Seward. On the way, we thought we would see some Moose or something but other than a few really beautiful Eagles, we came up short. The drive down was picturesque with snow-capped mountains, fresh green vegetation, and ice blue/grey river streams full of silt from glacial runoff. My father wouldn’t shut up for some reason? He was a chatty Cathy, reciting the name of every street sign or business we passed. (O.B.) This is what it’s like to travel with your mother! (Me) And how does that make you feel dad? (Me) Think about that for a minute and realize that you are now THAT annoying person! (O.B.) I’m going to let that go into one ear, stop right in the middle, and piss my ass off! (He didn’t shut up the entire way)

Potty Break

When we arrived in Seward we saw the marina off to the left and had lunch at Chinookshttp://www.chinooksbar.com/ It was awesome! Jenn had the Halibut BLT, Mert had a burger, O.B had the Cod & chips and I had the Rockfish & chips along with an Alaskan Amber IPA, yummy!

On the way back we stopped at Campbell’s Knife Store 17 miles North of Seward http://www.irbiknives.com/ so O.B. could see the cool knives they make there. When we walked in we were greeted by Mr. Campbell himself. He’s a big dude and looks like the kind of guy that would slit your throat with one of the knives he made if you were to piss him off. Looks are just that though and he’s a really nice guy with an interesting sense of humor, to say the least. He and O.B. hit it off right away. He didn’t have a single knife in the store that wasn’t spoken for and in fact, he was backed up several days with pre-orders. The knife I bought several years ago from the family was one of the last ones the founder (Grandpa Irv) had made before he died. The last 100 knives he made were stamped with two hearts and I have one that I will never sell. It has a Moose antler handle and is about 9″ in length.

Once back at camp we whipped up a feast fit for royalty with fresh steaks from Costco, baked potato, and a salad. What a day! My father retired to the bus early, slipped on his sweat pants from the day before, pulled out his missing blue pill-box, took his pills, and went to bed.

Mert must have slipped that back in his pocket while he wasn’t looking 😉

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