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Yesterday I went down to Jackson with my parents and my sister's family to visit my brother. He was acting like a camp counselor the entire time, too. As soon as we got there he delivered a speech where he stated some ground rules for what was and wasn't allowed in his house. The rule that stood out most was his, "no videogame" rule which practically destroyed my nephew since he'd been hopelessly addicted to them since he could talk. Other than that, his rules were the basic rules he always sets forward with his house (he has several; he's very particular about his house).
We then piled into our cars and drove about 40 feet down the road to one of those ready-made house dealerships. The kids whined the entire time while my father, brother-in-law and I roasted in the unairconditioned houses. My mom has been obsessed with these places for as long as I can remember, and she likes to stroll through each room slowly, memorizing every detail in every room of every house. The heat apparently didn't bother her, or my brother very much since they were discussing the best placement for furniture in every room at a very rapid pace (the discussion was rapid, they still moved very slowly.)
On the up-side though, I noticed that the pizza place across from the house dealership, a place I had gone to once before, had changed owners. As I remembered it, the sign in front of the store said "Speedy's pizza" and it had a picture of a choo-choo train gliding merrily along invisible tracks. I don't remember much about the inside of the store; I only ate there once because the pizza was terrible like microwave pizza, only old. Well now it seemed that the place had a bit more than a make-over. It's no longer called "Speedy's pizza" but "Day dreams and night things". A suspicious sign which would be later confirmed to me by my brother.
My brother informed me that it was, in fact, now a dirty movie store but he refused to expand any more on the subject. (I don't know if he went in there or not) He wouldn't say what kind of dirty movies were inside, or whether or not they sold tapes or just rented them. My mom later said that for the kind of store it was, it had a very classy title. I thought it was tacky, especially with that picture of the train still emblazoned on the sign in front of the store. Tacky, confusing and wrong.
The night ended with a wagon ride up a very thorny trail to my brother's pond where we cooked hotdogs and marshmellows. It would have been fine but we hit a patch of mud on the way up which caused the tires to spin a bit. No physical damage was done but my niece was terrified and wouldn't stop screaming. And for the rest of the evening she was pouty and refused to eat anything and screamed more when we went to go home. It was a bit annoying, but she was just really scared so it's not as though anybody could really be mad at her, we just tried, in vain, to console her and tell her the ride was safe. On the trip down she was crying and moaning until we passed the only part that gave us trouble and then she was all smiles again, so no worries.
We then piled into our cars and drove about 40 feet down the road to one of those ready-made house dealerships. The kids whined the entire time while my father, brother-in-law and I roasted in the unairconditioned houses. My mom has been obsessed with these places for as long as I can remember, and she likes to stroll through each room slowly, memorizing every detail in every room of every house. The heat apparently didn't bother her, or my brother very much since they were discussing the best placement for furniture in every room at a very rapid pace (the discussion was rapid, they still moved very slowly.)
On the up-side though, I noticed that the pizza place across from the house dealership, a place I had gone to once before, had changed owners. As I remembered it, the sign in front of the store said "Speedy's pizza" and it had a picture of a choo-choo train gliding merrily along invisible tracks. I don't remember much about the inside of the store; I only ate there once because the pizza was terrible like microwave pizza, only old. Well now it seemed that the place had a bit more than a make-over. It's no longer called "Speedy's pizza" but "Day dreams and night things". A suspicious sign which would be later confirmed to me by my brother.
My brother informed me that it was, in fact, now a dirty movie store but he refused to expand any more on the subject. (I don't know if he went in there or not) He wouldn't say what kind of dirty movies were inside, or whether or not they sold tapes or just rented them. My mom later said that for the kind of store it was, it had a very classy title. I thought it was tacky, especially with that picture of the train still emblazoned on the sign in front of the store. Tacky, confusing and wrong.
The night ended with a wagon ride up a very thorny trail to my brother's pond where we cooked hotdogs and marshmellows. It would have been fine but we hit a patch of mud on the way up which caused the tires to spin a bit. No physical damage was done but my niece was terrified and wouldn't stop screaming. And for the rest of the evening she was pouty and refused to eat anything and screamed more when we went to go home. It was a bit annoying, but she was just really scared so it's not as though anybody could really be mad at her, we just tried, in vain, to console her and tell her the ride was safe. On the trip down she was crying and moaning until we passed the only part that gave us trouble and then she was all smiles again, so no worries.