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It seems that the sleeping in the car through Canada, the stuffy nose, and the mild coughing was more than just allergies. It finally caught up with me today. I awoke with a more than usual stuffy head, an achy throat, and more painful coughing. The heat outside didn’t help; it continued to be detestable with forecasts that were met later in the day of 101 degrees Fahrenheit. But, despite the yuckiness internally and externally, we needed to face the temperature and enter the waves of gamma rays.

Uncle Steve, with his insistence, drove Barry and me all over creation (or at least the small subsection of Minneapolis) as we went on a shopping spree. I purchased new toys for my camera (a zoom lens, a lens cloth/bush and cleaner, a new external USB hard drive with which to back up all of the photos I am taking, and a padded bag to store the new lens in), and some drugs for this cold. grump Barry purchased some helmet glue (the poor guy has such bad luck with helmets that either don’t fit or have constant foamtastrophes that necessitate lots of maintenance on Barry’s part). He also helped my uncle price some computers, as they are hoping to upgrade what they have and move forward in the endless tide of newer and faster technology. This took a lot of the day, and we arrived home to rest some. I played with my toys some and in the process realized that there were more things I needed to get and a couple of items that I needed to return. I made a list, and Barry made his “Great. More shopping,” face. I tried to look apologetic, but I think when it comes to shopping, I’ve lost the battle. No matter what, I’m just always going to be a shopaholic in my sweetie’s eyes. :(

We discussed whether nor not we wanted to go see Q and Kim in concert tonight, but decided against it, as I wouldn’t really have any quality cousin and cousin-in-law time like I really wanted to, and it would be a late night out. So, we all agreed that the best choice would be an early night with a hearty meal.

For dinner, Uncle Steve and Aunt Sharon insisted that they take us out to eat. Barry and I would have been quite content to stay at home and eat more leftovers, but I know as a Roe child, when the mind is set, it’s useless trying to do anything but give in. The place they took us to was a deli that had a wide selection of Jewish food. When we walked in and were waiting for a table, we walked around the bakery in the front half of the store. Taunting Barry and Uncle Steve on the top self was a tasty-looking Key Lime Pie (one of Barry’s faves). When we ordered our meal, we requested that two pieces of the pie be saved for dessert. The dinner we ate was good, but it was not nearly as yummy as some of the other places that my aunt and uncle have taken us before. The worst part of dinner, however, was that when it was time for dessert, the pie that had been on the brain all through the meal was gone! It was quite disappointing, but it is impolite to be picky when someone treats you to dinner, and it wasn’t as if it was a horrible experience, so we went back to the house to watch the weather forecast for a bit, eat some of the triple berry pie from the scenic café with or without ice cream, depending on the person, and later said our goodnites.