we’re in maggie valley again, for the annual conference of the methodists. this year we’re staying at a little mom and pop motel, and I don’t ever want to go home. (okay, that’s a fib, because I’m almost ready to be home).
this year, rich is the delegate, so he gets to go sit in the hot meetings and tony and I get to hang out and find things to do on our own. also different this year, we have a little tag-along, mr. potato head. I’m participating in (yet another) swap, this one is a little visitor swap. I made a pig and sent her to belgium, and received mr. potato head in return.
so, mr. potato head has had many adventures with us this week; on thursday,
we went gem mining, finding lots of emeralds
tater helped, he even found one himself before we left!
on friday, tony and I hung around town while rich went to the meeting; we found tater an outhouse…but it was occupied. he waited for what seemed like forever, but no one ever came out. we eventually just left, he wouldn’t go out back…
then we went to maggie valley carpet golf. I’ve never heard putt putt called carpet golf, but, hey, to each his own. it was fun.
tony and his daddy get very serious about their mini golf. I’m just along for the ride. I almost always come in WAY over par, but I have fun.
unfortunately for tater, even his big hand wouldn’t hold the weight of the club, so he basically just had to watch. poor guy!
well, there’ll be more later, we’re off to breakfast now!