Interlude

On Saturday morning, Samantha and I took a drive down to Lake Anna to visit my parents for the day and spend the night.  It's always a nice little getaway, with a beautiful drive down to get there, through rolling countryside, barren green battlefields and small, historic villages.  To be perfectly honest, however, one of the highlights is always a quick stop at a Wawa just before we exit the more populated part of our trip.  Don't laugh!  I'm serious!  Don't know what Wawa is?  Let's just say that, having grown up in South Jersey in the shadow of Pennsylvania Dutch country, Wawa is the most awesome, fantastic, excellent convenience store chain on the planet, and we're very, very sad that there isn't one anywhere close to us.  Weird, I know, but I could easily write a whole post about it.  Take 7-11 and turbo-charge it with real, hand-prepared hot and cold sandwich selections, a massive coffee station, flawless customer service, and, in most cases, a nice, clean rest room.  Samantha knows it better as the place where we buy a donut for the road.

Anyway, I digress...

On a whim, I stopped off in the parking lot of one of the battlefields to take a couple of pics of my still-cooperative child.  The stop took us less than 5 minutes before that cooperative-ness degraded to an ornery whine, but I got some of what I wanted, and we carried happily on our way to the Wawa lake. 

Yes, that's an Olivia tattoo on her arm.  I'm knowingly contributing to the delinquency of minors.