The family that mustaches together…
It looks like it might rain today. There is something so magical about rainstorms in the desert.
I’m headed to pick up my famiglia (that’s italian for “family”) at the airport momentarily. My mama. My step-dad. My aunt Melanie.
I’m beyond excited to have them here. My brother is the only other one who’s visited me, and his visit was far too short. Amazing, of course, my brother sort of wins at life, but still, far too short.
This time I get them for 9 days. We’re going to go everywhere. It will undoubtedly be a little exhausting. I will undoubtedly not get in enough studying time. I will undoubtedly be MIA from tumblr, (but my queue should keep you guise company). I will undoubtedly have lots of pikchas and stories to share with you later. <3
The restaurant’s a log cabin built from a Sears kit in 1930. It’s all old-fashion-y and stuff. We serve griddle cakes as big as your face and homemade fish sticks that you can’t possibly understand the deliciousness of until you try one hot out of the skillet.
My step dad has a collection of a hundred or so vintage hand mixers/egg beaters. He has about 30 of them hanging from the rafters of his restaurant. I’ll see if I can dig up a picture for show and tell.
My Stepdad’s known me my whole life. He was my preschool teacher starting at the age of 6mo.s and he’s the one who taught me baby sign.
When I was younger I was neurotically oversensitive and I didn’t understand his sarcastically teasing sense of humor. Now I think he’s one of the funniest people I know.
He is absolutely amazing with little kids and he embodies all of the good things that ever came out of the midwest. He also makes the best banana griddle cakes in town.
Happy father’s day Scooter, I’m lucky to have you. Lots of love.