Seattel

We took a Sunday off and went to Seattle to make a memory.  First we hit an awesome breakfast dive called Beth's on Greenlake.  (A person could actually order a 12-egg omelet or scale it down to a 6-egger. Holy Cholesterol Batman!!)  It was filled with been-out-all-night characters and weekend suburbanites like ourselves. Hand drawn pictures from the patrons adorned the walls...most likely to cover holes and grease spots.  The drawings ranged from toddler art to tattoo art, the latter being VERY strange.
After a filling repast, we drove the few blocks to the lake (what--did you think we would walk there? After all we were pretty full from breakfast.).  Found a parking spot and headed toward the walking path, but...behold! A chocolate shop!  The Blubberton Oath says that we musn't pass up an opportunity to snack on something new.  Several truffles later, we continued to the lake.
We made certain to stay on the "Walkers" side of the path and not obstruct the path of the cool Seattle people, rollerblading astride their Kelty strollers, holding Camelbak steel water bottles, and wearing Northface clothing.  Our big Walmart butts knew our rightful places....yeeeeeepppppp.
Our brisk jaunt took us to the playground, to the shore of the lake where Claire found a button in the icy water (this is a memorable detail), and to a tree with knitted mini-mittens hanging upon its branches.
Within the next few days, I found that Audrey had drawn a picture labelled "Seattel". I see the little brown-haired girl in the picture is smiling.  Looks like a good memory.