Zombie Snacks

Doug is really fond of referring to certain old people as "zombies".

I don't know why I never thought of it, but it's perfect. Some of them really ARE zombies.

They just stand there with this vacant saggy look and move at the speed of a blueberry muffin.

Now my grandma is not a zombie. She is a poised and regal little lady.

But her friends...eeesh.

ZOMBIELAND!



(That one on the far left in particular. I think her English name is Jenny and she is SO not a Jenny.)



I hung out with them for a day. We stayed home. They played mahjong. I watched Mad Men. We ate some snacks. But soon they were really hungry and needed to FEED.

So we descended into the world.



And ended up at a restaurant....that serves.....goose.




I'm all about eatin' chickens and cows and furry little rabbits...

But I can't eat the nice ladybird that writes the nursery rhymes that make children happy.

Poor Mrs. Goose!



The zombies though, they love it.




They NEED it.



Beware of Jenny when she's hungry!!!!

Growl.



(shudder)

........................

My grandma is so pretty!

Beverly's 80th Birthday

Laura's grandma Beverly turned 80 years old this weekend.

So she flew out from Austin and I joined her and her family down in Laguna Beach at the pristine little retirement community her grandparents live in called....are you ready for this?....LeisureWorld.








We ate and mingled and played some board games, including Reminscing: The Game For People Over 30 (but created in 1980).



Win against the olds we did not.

A wonderful new place for morning-after breakfasts...

Dolores' Restaurant.

A place for food.



Also a place for the aged.

Deliciousity...

Yum yum yum.

I love food.

Food food food. I love food.

We had a most delicious lunch today.

I bet you're wondering where...

I'll give you a hint:



Need another?



Still not getting it?

Well, once upon a time, Meghan, Eugene and I went into a restaurant that I was very excited about eating at. However, upon entering (and seeing all the olds and obeses), my companions got scared and insisted we leave. It was sad sad day. And I have been longing to eat there ever since.

So where did we go?



COCO'S!!!!

Like Friendly's, like Denny's, but...well actually pretty much the same.



Food makes me a happy boy.