This Week at The Remmers

Margie, the kids, and Carolyn went to play miniature golf on Monday, and it was very hot. John had been asking to play mini golf for a long time. The temperature was near 100 degrees (F), and by the ninth hole, the heat had beaten Carolyn and she had to go in. Afterwards, they decided to quickly go over to Pirates Cove to cool off. Lunch was of picnic variety at Pohick Bay, then over to the pool. Afterwards, they went to Glory Days to use the free gift certificate that Margie got a few weeks ago on our last trip. The fried asparagus was yummy. Some onion rings made it home for Dan to try.

On Tuesday, 'the unemployed ones' went to visit the WWII (World War Two--the Sequel, for those of you under 40) Memorial, American History Museum, and Natural History Museum (Ocean Hall).

Wednesday was a shopping day, and in the evening, Margie, Dan, and Lyn went to see Gypsy at LTA while John and Grandma hung out at home. We can't tell you to see the show, because it closed last night.

On Thursday the crew went to the National Zoo in DC. They had a gross story about an orangutan, but I won't repeat that here. Carolyn made the kids dinner that evening, so that Margie and Dan could have a double birthday dinner at The Melting Pot. The only bad thing was that we ate too much. We'll skip the cheese next time.

Margie and Carolyn went to see the musical Passion at Elden Street on Friday. The orchestra lost power during the show, and Elisa Rosman (music director and electric piano player, and friend of the family) had a few stressful moments because of the outage.

On Saturday, we all went to the Remmers/Kemper estate for a little birthday dessert celebration. Dan and Margie made gluten free eclairs for Carolyn, and Debbie provided the pumpkin pie and brownie pudding. After eating and present opening, all except John and Margie (the Magnificent Mosquito Magnets) went next door to see Lily and Razzmatazz, the mommy and 4 month old horses. Lyn took 20 minutes to gather the courage to pet the baby, and Dan got a few sniffs and a lick on the hand from the elder equine. (It must have been the residual chocolate on his fingers.)

Blame the horrible writing style on Dan. Since it's Margie's birthday, Dan has been forced into an entire day of servitude, including writing this very blog. Hopefully, you won't have to endure this travesty again for a number of years.