#fun weekend

I thought the ATV trail to one town would be like a gravel or dirt road. But remember those storms I mentioned? The trail was a miles long mud pit with hills and twisties. Deep ruts, water-filled holes and big rocks lined the way. The Polaris got through fine though it got really dirty. So did my left arm. The thing has doors but not side windows. The ride was loud, bumpy and fun.

I didn't stop for pictures because I wanted to complete the trip before sunset. Finding the trailhead confused me. An elderly couple in an elderly Buick stopped to help, because I was by their driveway looking around. Those nice people pointed me in the right direction and wished me luck on my first side by side adventure.

When I got back to our RV I switched to my truck and drove to a different town. There's a tap room I visited there last time that I really like (and wrote about earlier).

"Longest name on the menu" is how I chose my beer: 3 Sheeps Roll Out the Barrel Chardonnay Barrel Aged Belgian Golden Ale. It is 10.7% ABV so it's a 12 ounce pour instead of a pint. It was excellent.

Initially I considered the Drekker Chonk Funky Sundae Sour. Though a shorter name, it was more creative. The bartender, whom I'd talked with about beers, suggested I taste a sample before ordering one. I'm glad she did, because I did not like the Sundae Sour. It was too sweet, and it had the consistency of V8 juice which I didn't care for in anything besides V8, bloody Marys and Wisconsin beer cheese soup.

Runner up, and something to order (or at least sample) next weekend is the Founders Rübæus Raspberry Nitro Fruit Beer. I am not fond of nitro beers. They taste flat to me. But a lengthy name containing an umlaut and a dipthong? I gotta try that!

I'd already had dinner so I didn't have room for pizza. A couple at the bar had the Octoberfest pizza and raved about it. The green apple was a good topping, the said. I hope it's on the menu next week.

It was very dark on the drive back to the campground. I saw only one deer.

This morning I came home, stopping once for a breakfast sandwich and some fuel. I smiled at that pump price. First time in a few years I've seen it under $3/gallon.

The McDonalds was having somewhat of a crisis morning. I had ordered ahead using the app which works remarkably well. When I walked in a customer in front of me had his bag handed to him under the mostly closed gate. I waited patiently as I wondered about that. Eventually a young person who seemed to be in charge opened the gate. She told me they were out of hash browns so I'd get French fries instead. I can live with that.

my weekend 🏹

Random weekend dump.

I have been pretty occupied with stuff and people. And things are changing, Life is changing. I am handling it all well, as of now.

Semester 7 is chill and not chill at the same time. But we are riding the waves.

And as for the pictures, i went to my favourite cafe in town and ate heartful amounts of pasta and appetizers. Of course I got cheesecake (did not take any pics bc I was too busy eating it).

Im sorry this took so long 😂 it’s also a super cute idea and literally the longest blurb I’ve written. Enjoy!

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Peter was in charge of babysitting today. Tony wanted your help working on some tech and Peter didn’t have patrol this afternoon. Since you had your baby, you both found yourselves spending more and more time at home together, spending time with Baby Ben and each other.

Today had just been the exception and despite both you and Peter complaining to Tony, the man insisted you help him.

Peter took the alone time to sit on the couch, Ben sat on his lap as Peter bounced him and they both stared at the TV. It wasn’t until the baby on the tv started talking before Peter got an idea. Ben had just started talking, the only word he’d been able to get out being Mama and Peter couldn’t wait until he started saying Dada.

He turned Ben to look at him, seeing his sons smile as he tickled Ben’s nose with his own.

“Ben, can you say Dada?” Peter cooed, holding Bens little hands.

“Mama!” Ben giggles and bounces himself. Peter shook his head with a smile.

“No, say Dada.”

“Mama!”

“Da-da.”

“Mama! Mama!

“Come on Ben, repeat after me. Dada.”

“Mama!”

Peter sighed, falling into the couch as it looked his son wouldn’t be saying Dada anytime soon. “Fuck.” He whispered, rubbing his sons cheek.

“Fuck!” Peters eyes widened immediately, his body going stiff as Ben repeated after him. Ben giggled again at Peters face, clapping his hands together. “Fuck! Fuck!”

“Nooo! No no no no. Ben that’s a no-no. We don’t say that word.” Peter said shaking his head. Ben didn’t listen tho, clapping his hands over and over again. Peter felt his heart stop as he heard the front door open, the sound of your keys hanging up.

“Pete! I’m home!” You called out, completely unaware of the problem Peter was facing.

You were gonna kill him.

“Ben say mama.” Peter whispered, trying to get Ben to forget the word. His baby listened, saying mama over and over again as you walked into the room, your heart warming at the sight of your boys together.

You moved to the back of the couch, leaning over to press a kiss to Peters lips. “Hi Babe.” You mumbled as Peter kissed you, missing you despite waking up next to you just a couple hours ago.

“How was work?” He asked you as you smirked and rolled your eyes, already telling Peter that Tony just wanted you there to talk to.

You moved around him, pulling Ben in your arms as he wrapped his arms around your neck. “Hi baby! Did you have fun with Dada?” You asked, pulling him away to see his smiling eyes.

“Fuck!” He yelled and your smile fell completely. Peter shrunk in his seat, trying to hide himself the best he could.

“Peter?”

He winced at your tone. “Uh, yeah?” When you didn’t reply he peaked over the couch, seeing you glare at him.

“You wouldn’t happen to know how my baby knows that word, would you?”

“Ummm, what word?” He asked, pretending not to have a clue what you were talking about.

But Ben wasn’t going to let him. “Fuck!”

“That one.” You deadpanned, rubbing Ben’s back.

“Uh, no I- I don’t.” Peter stuttered.

“Uh huh. Okay.” You put a smile on your face and got Ben’s attention, looking into his big brown eyes like his fathers. “Sweetie, who taught you that word?”

Ben stayed quiet for a second before giggling and clapping again. “Dada!”