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While we had the other Tate kids, we made the most of our Uncle and Aunt time. We went to eat at the pizza place that Job works at and went bowling with everyone but Obie, who went home with Grandma and Grandpa, and Elisabeth, who went home with some friends to spend the night. Then we went and got ice cream at the scurfiest Stewarts ever.
Bowden and Jack got donuts instead of ice cream.









I got a milk shake- it was just a little gross- and some SUPER DELICIOUS CIDER DONUTS that were not gross at all. I asked Uncle John to get some eggnog for Bowden, because he loves that stuff...
It was fun. We apologized to the clerk for showing up and supporting his business, and then we were on our way. John and Lisa were leaving the next day, and our nighttime games of spades would be ending.

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MomZup said…
Such wonderful memories you left for all of us! Sing along with me, "Thanks for the memories. . ."
lisa d said…
"just a little gross". you're my favorite.
Sandy said…
You look like my father's German lover in that last picture. Remember the one? The jolly one who has a fork in both hands and says only one word: "Sausages!!"

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