As usual, the day started off early with one person lagging behind. Wesley quickly learned a lesson Ellie learned a long time ago: If you take an extra minute, you get left behind. Which is why I received the text— Where are y’all? —just about the time we all arrived at the archery tournament. But, no worries, I found out where we were sitting and proceeded to meet him at the top of the escalator to lead him back. Some might call me a knight in shining armor. When we got back
We hit the ground running at 5am, Tuesday morning. Well. Not exactly. Us, as in the Booth family, hit the ground running. Just before we drove off without them, Wesley and Tyler dragged themselves into the car complaining about the “ungodly time.” From there we had to pick Matthew up, who would also be traveling to Vegas for the archery tournament we were headed off too. While on our way to pick Matthew up, my dad made an announcement. Dad: I think we can all bet on Mollie cr
Today we started out at Cracker Barrel—like any great day should. I asked for Pecan Pancakes with whipped cream.
Unfortunately, waiters/waitresses never understand. When I say I want whipped cream, I mean, I want WHIPPED CREAM. As in, full coverage. Like, if I can see my pancake, I don’t have enough whip cream. Yet, I survived. Ryan: *Farts* Me: *Slaps him across chest* My grandmother looking especially tiny against the red rock. 3/4 of the Booth Kids feeling kind of cool on