We went on a family vacation to the mountains with my in-laws.
No, seriously. And it was great. The accommodations were wonderful, the pool was awesome, the weather was amazing, the mountains were stunning, the hiking was invigorating - all in all an incredible holiday.
Except there was no banana cream pie. Not a one.
So here's the story.
We're on vacation. I
want need to find a bakery. I'm on a mission to find a decent croissant (I mean, really, a vacation isn't a vacation unless you can find a decent croissant, right?). So since we're planning to walk downtown and check out the shops, etc, I assume that my request has been heard and the websites that I have left up on the laptop have been noted by my dear husband/navigator and the plan to visit a bakery has been worked in to our itinerary. At some point during all of this I hear my father-in-law mumble something about banana cream pie.
After walking for quite awhile and coming to the end of the quaint shop-lined street, I ask when it is that we were going to reach the bakery. To my astonishment,my husband replies that there is no bakery on this street and he didn't realize that I thought the destination WAS said bakery to which I respond... um... well, let's just say that when a person thinks she's getting a croissant and she doesn't get it, she can be a little cranky. Anyway,...
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