Yesterday was a long but fruitful day. Lots of driving with lots of rewards. There were a few disappointments but it was a good day.
We started out by writing our posts. From that, Lion wasn’t sure he still wanted to go to Portland. He didn’t want to make me drive so much. But we both wanted to go to Voodoo Doughnut and I wanted to find Cracker Barrel because Lion loves it so much. We haven’t eaten at Cracker Barrel since we left New York. A few years ago, one was built near Portland. Now there are three. I couldn’t let Lion be so close and not eat there.
Along the way we had to stop at a Walmart to get a new Keurig. Ours crapped out just before making even one cup of coffee. Not the best way to start out the day. And if we were on our way to get donuts, we certainly needed a new coffee maker.
The next stop was an ice cream stand we found by accident on a previous trip. While we were on line, we saw people walking by with enormous soft serve cones. We assumed they were large. We ordered medium. Nope. The huge one was medium. It’s easily eight inches of ice cream. We learned to order small. I don’t even know what a large would look like.
We got to Voodoo around 5. The line was fairly short. I figured it might be since it was near dinner time. We got our donuts and, sadly, there were no more cock and balls donuts. Bummer. I wanted a picture for this post. Oh well. You’ll have to take my word for it: it does exist.
It turns out, Cracker Barrel is about seven miles from the donut shop. There was a lot of traffic on I5 but where we entered the highway was also an exit only lane for Cracker Barrel. We lucked out.
With full bellies, we headed back to the camper. Before we left, I told Lion we’d probably make it back by eight. I was off by twenty minutes. Plenty of time to play. But first, some punishment swats.
I forgot the round-headed bloodwood paddle was in the camper. It has a long handle which creates plenty of force. Not really what Lion wants to hear when he’s buns up on the bed. He was yelling into the mattress in no time. Once he had rosy-red cheeks I let him go. I have no doubt his buns were burning.
The second disappointment of the day was, ironically, cock related as well. My weenie’s sore spot is still sore. Bummer again. We were “forced” to snuggle instead of playing. I hope the spot is better soon.