(So far.)
On the drive into North Canton, Kendrick and I stopped into Quaker Steak & Lube on the recommendation of Rachael and Colleen. We had fried pickles (oh, love…although I find it’s best not to eat an entire basket all at once – I did that a few years ago in Atlanta, and it was bad) and an assortment of wings. We avoided the famous Atomic Wings on the suggestion of our waitress, and also because Kendrick’s friend Colin once ate the things on a dare, and it didn’t go very well for him. Not that I was particularly eager to try them anyway: I tend to be wary of any meal that requires diners to sign a liability waiver in advance of being served.
Yesterday morning, we headed over to Kendrick’s uncle’s place for a few hours. Lucy (pictured above with three of Kendrick’s cousins) was 100% the hit of the party.
Taking into account the Frosty Paws that she had for dessert, it may have been the best day of her life.
There was also caroling around the piano, of course (Kendrick’s dad is quite the singer). That’s Kendrick’s wonderful grandma pictured in the background.
