Chicken in the morning, chicken in the evening, chicken at suppertime

Remember me?

I don't know where the last two weeks went. I fell asleep the night after we came home from Puerto Rico, woke up this morning and it is almost Easter.

Macey had a Father/Daughter Activity Days. For those readers who are not Mormon, Activity Days is a church activity for girls between the ages of 8 and 11. Because DJ was in Pennsylvania at the time, she asked my dad (her only living grandpa) to accompany her. They arrived in style:

 

Macey thought that arriving at a church activity on a motorcycle was the coolest thing ever. Chancho, I mean DJ, sat at the living room window resting his chin on the back of the couch waiting for their return. And his turn for a ride. It was very sweet.

 

The only other thing I remember from the past two weeks is the 24 hours that I spent camping in the Chick-Fil-A parking lot. Here I am, 90 minutes into the 24 hours. Looking clean and spry. And happy.

Here is a link to an article about the event, including a videocast wherein my sister and I make total cretins of ourselves for the whole world to enjoy. Please note our cleanliness and excitement level.

 

Here is my sister, Carrie, roughly 10 hours into our adventure, looking a little sunscorched and tired, but she still kicked my bum at Scrabble. I mean, look at my letters! Ridiculous.

 

 About 12 hours into it this happened:

The thing about these Chick-Fil-A First 100 campouts is that you aren't allowed to have visitors and you are not allowed to leave the property. Ever. So it's kind of like the world's most posh concentration camp.

 

We conned my other sister, Marianne, into bringing her inflatable mattress to us. She inflated the mattress with the car charger-operated pump and then handed it to us over the barbed wire. It was our job to get it into the tent. Our neighbors were laughing at us and posting pictures of the spectacle on their Facebook walls.

 

Long story short, we won a year worth of free meals from Chick-Fil-A and got sunburns on our faces.

You can read what I wrote about it here. The link also includes a humiliating post-parking lot campout videocast wherein I am wearing a goofy Chick-Fil-A paper hat. Enjoy.