Spring break

We didn’t go anywhere for spring break, at least nowhere that required a suitcase. Plenty of day trips and laid-back adventures though, including a quick trip to Marine World (they have apparently renamed it Discovery Kingdom, but since we all know how stubborn I am about renaming places we will, naturally, always call it Marine World in this house):

The girls have been begging to go to Chincoteague this summer for the annual wild pony roundup and swim. They had a Misty of Chincoteague movie night (complete with tv dinners, of course) and have been paging through my (now antique) Misty of Chincoteague book. I spent many childhood summer hours riding the horse my great aunt bought at the roundup and brought home in the back of her camper and would love to see the event. So odds are, we’re going:

Had an all-orange lunch one day during spring break. Not sure why, but it amused us:

The girls celebrated their half birthdays (halfway to fifteen, holy moly), with dinner at PF Changs and a trip to the local candy store:

They were pretty thrilled to find out that Baskin Robbins has a new summer flavor called Rock'n Pop Swirl Sherbet (with mini pop rocks inside):

The spent the day at BobBob and Wela’s while TubaDad and I went out for a real dinner (Indian Food, mmmmmm, which the girls won’t touch). They got to ride on the contraption BobBob built:

This park, while beautiful, will forever after be known as Rattlesnake Park:

We had a lovely time here, then, while walking up a rock path, a huge snake lunged out of the tall grass at the dog, rattling loudly and hissing. The girls took off screaming down the hill, and I think I stopped breathing for a minute (or 10). Everyone was ok, including Dusty, but we were freaked out for a long while afterwards. Ok, still am.