She loved their hot dogs and always got them with everything. When they started selling their hot sauce she always made sure she had at least one jar at home. If we couldn't think of a gift to give her, a gift card from them was always a perfect choice. In fact it was the last Christmas gift I ever gave her.
I imagine that I have been going there my whole life with her and love that I now continue the tradition with my children. It may not be my favorite place to eat like it was Mom's but it has a special place in my heart. My brother told the staff at one of the locations about my mother's love for their hot dogs and they gave my brother a cup and hat. They sit on and next to my mother's ashes today.
The kids were eating french fries today and I mentioned that Grandma loved to eat her fries with vinegar. So of course they had to try. They are 12 and 10 and have not really been exposed to vinegar except at Easter when they dye eggs. Funny I used to use vinegar all the time. I guess somethings do change.
The look on their faces as they took the first bite of a french fry soaked in vinegar. It was priceless. They shook their heads and made sour faces. Saying how they thought it was horrible and ewwww! But they tried several french fries that way. It was almost a compulsion. It was probably the funniest moments of Mother's Day 2015. Absolutely priceless!
The ex (the divorce still isn't final yet. I don't know why it is taking so long.) Asked how long I would have the kids. He wanted to take them to visit his mother. So I brought them back to his house after we ate. I had wanted to take them to the Mall, but I am trying to be civil. So I turn the corner and see the empty driveway. The kids inform me that Dad said he would be gone when we come back, it would have been nice if he told me.
So I call him. I refuse to leave the kids alone and he has the nerve to be upset with me because I switch the time I would have them. Truth be told I did, but I also let him know I made a mistake and typed the wrong time as soon as I noticed it, and he had plenty of time to adjust. I stayed in the driveway while the kids played outside and he comes home absolutely irate at me.
He comes out of his car screaming at me. Saying how dare I call and yell at him and find it to be such a burden to be with my kids on Mother's Day. (SIGH!) Again he absolutely has no idea why I was upset. He led me to believe he wanted the kids back to see his mother and did;t bother to tell me he was not going to be back. He told the kids he wasn't going to be home. I guess telling the other adult was too much to ask. Of course it is all my fault again. He screamed and yelled and had a temper tantrum in the driveway including stamping and giving me double fingers. The as I am pulling out of the driveway he ordered me to leave. I almost pulled back into the driveway. He knows acutely how to make me mad.
Happy Mother's Day! I am so used to having a huge argument with him on Mother's Day, so I guess I wasn't surprised. How I wish I could see my children and spend time with them and have absolutely no contact with him.