Super Son, Miss Thing & I took off for a quick overnight to Dallas. Hero Husband was working out of town and it turns out that one of my favorite authors Richelle Mead was doing a book signing. Voila...Road Trip.
I got a little cocky in downtown Dallas and managed to get us lost. Hero Husband's brother Uncle M came to the rescue and met us at a gas station and we followed him in the rest of the way. He has a gorgeous house on Turtle Creek and once we got everything settled in we took a walk with Brodie (Uncle M's dog).
The kids got to bed and Uncle M and I drank a bottle of wine catching up on all the things we never get to talk about when things are rushed.
I woke up at the bottom of an Super Son and Miss Thing snuggle pile and couldn't have been happier.
Breakfast at Breadwinners was tasty and then we took a trip on the Dallas streetcars. If the driver is to be believed we were riding on the oldest operating streetcar in the US (this one had been retired from use in Portugal and San Francisco before going to Dallas). I believed him after a bump in the road jerked the frame of the entire thing and sent the windows crashing closed. Thankfully Uncle M had seen that one coming and closed our windows before the aforementioned bumpy stretch.
We went to the park and fed the ducks and tried to avoid the homicidal geese that were assaulting each other (just glad it wasn't us they were after).
Super Son found a tree stump and pronounced it to be "the oldest tree I have ever seen, it was more than 17 inches as he counted the rings.
We packed up again and bid our farewells to Uncle M and Brodie and worked our way to the book signing. Thank you very much I didn't get lost once this time. Humility had found me after the debacle of the night before I guess.
This is the first book signing I have been to, but Richelle said this was the largest turn out for an event she was doing alone. I think the guess was around 70 people. It was wonderful to learn more about her and publishing and being a writer. She told the group about when she was a little older than Super Son she would take paper and fold it, staple it and write books. Super Son's eyes got as big as saucers and he leaned over and whispered to me "I write books like that too Mom." While we waited in line to get our book signed he asked if he could tell her about his books and his plan to sell them to his friends at the 2nd grade market next year. Of course he forgot once we got up there, but he did get a cool color changing pencil from her and I promised to email Richelle for him and let her know. I didn't expect the kids to have fun (and they had their moments of impatience for sure) but by the time we were heading home they were jabbering on about how much fun it had been. Yeah!
We stopped in Temple on our way home for some quesadillas with Nana & Papa.
I was feeling particularly indulgent when I woke up this morning at 7:30 ~ woo hoo I got to sleep in. Then Hero Husband told me it was daylight savings. Drat. Well at least I got a full nights sleep even if I didn't really sleep in.