My parents just left. We had a great meal. For a scrawny old lady, in a wheelchair, my mom can sure pack away the groceries! The only thing that she turned down, was the German chocolate cake and ice cream, that my dad brought.
After we ate, I brought the dogs in and they loved all over both parents. As usual, Mom tried to take Ike home. Mom's decided that she likes Rowdy and wanted to take her, too. I can just see Rowdy, with Mom's Great Dane. Poor Brewster would never know what hit him! Brewster is afraid of his own shadow.
I sent ribs, corn and potato salad home, with them. They left a 3-gallon bucket of ice cream and 1/2 of the cake, with us. Ooooh - we're all stuffed!
Pop and Bill swapped war stories. They'll only talk about the funny stuff, though. We had the History Channel on and they showed a WWII grunt, carrying a BAR. Pop said that his top sergeant and platoon leader had to wrestle his away from him, at the end of the war. He'd been carrying it, for 2 1/2 years and had gotten attached to it. I expect that that weapon had saved my dad's and a lot of other Marines' lives, during that 2 1/2 years.
All in all, it was a good day. I'm glad that Bill and my parents get along, so well. Sure makes my life easier.