Liv loved the family as Grama and Grandpa could have earned their eagle with all the service hours they put in driving us back and forth, babysitting and looking at houses.
We ate Italian spaghetti and taught them the card game "golf" and grandpa was convinced that he could see through the cards if he used his x ray vision to pick just the right one...
I wanted to make Italian sodas and there was no flavoring at the grocery store there (which PS is called "King Soopers" which seems like such a ridiculous name for a business but I'm not complaining since I soon will be a frequent shopper, they can call it whatever the heck they want as long as it's not in West Virginia) and so I may or may not have stopped at my first liquor store to ask if they had any flavoring. After explaining several times at the drive thru what I was looking for and having the man with the soul patch and bald head stare we left.
I have a hard time picking out a pair of jeans and I certainly had a much harder time picking out a house. We didn't find one to buy, but we did have a good time and we can't wait to be in our future state, homeless or not.