Grace is with us for five days. Her mother remarried (again) and is off lusting in the dust. Oh joy.Wifey and I could not deny the grandchild the weenie mobile experience.
Wifey and I also could not deny the humiliation of singing those damn Oscar Mayer weenie songs just to get a free weenie whistle.
Weenies do whistle, don't you know?
On Sunday we were allowed inside the big weenie. What a treat.
Wifey and child are wondering if they'll be whisked away in the giant weenie mobile never to be seen or heard from again.
You could write you name alongside the weenie mobile. Wifey did that here. Another chapter in the book of Grace ended with smiles on our faces accompanied by the sound of weenie whistles.
2 comments:
Bob, your life seems to be filled with lots of weenie lately? :)
Sounds like a lot of fun.
One must sing for a weenie whistle as they would for ones supper.
Bob,
Good post. Pics are awesome. Every once in a while the Weenie mobile comes down here to Texas...but not often. I guess its hot enough down here to cook it!
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