Hide and go rummage

If it wasn't for Tommy's greasy digits, this might have been a pretty cute picture of the little nugget. I have to say, though, that this is probably one of the nicer pictures we have of Angie. She can be a tad bashful at times, so she might disagree with me and even make comments like 'you're an asshole' and 'I hate you'. It's okay, though; over the years, I've grown accustomed to translating these odd little pet names and peculiar flirtations. I know what you really mean, sugar pants.

For some strange reason, Angie felt the need to trick me into going to her parents. I love the in-laws and I am not only saying that in case they actually read any of my incessant babblings. That's why I am not sure why Angie tried conning me with some far fetched tale of taking the train so that we could celebrate the 1st of May by climbing up a mountain and getting hammered on wine. I'm not a big wine drinker, nor am I a huge fan of mountains, but I love hammers, so I was signed up from the gitgo.

We actually did take the train, which brings us back to the lovely shot of Angie's torso. When we got to the station, we realized we had twenty minutes to kill. My stomach then growled angrily and demanded fatty burgers and greasy nuggets. I know better than to argue with my own digestive urges, so I took me and my belly to the fast food experts.

'Fast food' my ass, which was probably 98% of what goes into their tasty heart cloggers. It took us 19 minutes to get our order, leaving one minute to freak like an Egyptian all the way to track number 1. I say track number 1, because this is what the 'oh-so-friendly' lady at the info booth told me twenty minutes ago. Anyone that has dealt with customer service in Germany will know exactly what I am talking about.

Needless to say, Frau Frown was wrong. Luckily, we discovered this with ten seconds to spare. Not so luckily was that we were 20 seconds away from the correct platform. In the end, the train conductor either had a weak spot for five year olds crying or thought 'hey, check out that torso'. Either way, both Peter and 'The Body' were very grateful that we were able to board. Uh, yeah...me, too.

Now back to the tricky part. We got to the station, where I began demanding my wine. 'Not yet' was the rather annoying mantra for the 45 minute walk to Casa de Opa. We arrived in time for lunch - my first fresh asparagus this year. The food was great, but my wine-ing continued. 'Not yet' quickly turned into 'shut your wine-hole'.

By the time dessert came, I realized that there was no mountain full of wine and that Angie really wasn't flirting with me when she whispered 'I hate you' in my ear. Luckily, Opa could take my mind off of this tragic discovery with a lovely new game that apparently he invented.

I guess 'hide and go seek' is too 'old school'. The new school must now 'hide and go rummage', which brought David to the next level on his funk-o-meter. Not surprisingly, David loved hiding out in the dumpster and it actually took some persuading to get Oscar to come out. At some point, Angie ventured out and questioned why David was stuffed into the trashcan. After a brief explanation, Angie proceeded to express her thoughts. After five minutes of her 'expression' my only response was 'I know what you really mean, sugar pants.'
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Ladder Talk:
[David racked out before tackling the ladder]
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When Eisi is sleeping here.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When we almost missed the train.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play with Eisi 'Hide-n-seek'.