Strange old memories

Today Lainey, Cal, and I found ourselves here:

This is a very small gas station in Bountiful Utah.

We were here because our windshield was being replaced by a russian man that was very sweet, very professional and spoke english but you could only understand him if you were russian.

But he did an AWESOME job and he gave me a killer deal.

Luckily this little gas station sold yogurt and some totally toxic, bright pink, disgusting tasting, my daughter will die at age two "kid drink" that Lainey loved.

oh, and I ate a gas station hot dog. yikes.

But the thing about this little adventure was (and I'm sure Mac and Jayne can relate) that it reminded me so much of some of my BEST childhood memories. being in some totally random parking lot/driveway/gas station in nowheresville while Dad was either trying to fix our car or off talking to some old guy about the junk in his garage aka "the antiques in his showroom" :)

but the games we thought up in those strange places were the best ever.

And sure enough, Lainey's imagination went crazy when it got the opportunity.

This hand rail became the side of a pirate ship

and that gas pump was a prince. I never figured that one out.

Lainey thought this guy needed to hear her whole life story and for some reason he pretended to be very interested. she talked his ear off for quite a while

And now we have a shiny new windshield and some strange but great new memories