(Me, this morning: "I hope I'm not being unforgiving..."
Cubby: "It's not inappropriate to say that her behavior was that of a six-year-old child, because it was. She was tired and hungry, and thought that throwing a temper tantrum would get her needs met...")
After our handyman spent a lot of last week getting our place in shape (apart from ten million boxes hidden in the spare room, now being gradually gone through; more pics to follow on the Our House thread in Chit Chat), right up to the wire of when we had to leave on
Thursday to pick them up from the airport, we got them just after their plane arrived, around 10 PM.
We ate at Steak'n'Shake. We then (since they'd never been to Florida and even late at night the daughter was eager to see the beach) drove around a bit (lights on the water of the bay, beautiful) and dropped by St. Pete Beach. The daughter, at least, seemed to like it very much.
The mother apparently wasn't pleased, I only later (today) found, with "driving around for hours in the middle of the night." Whoopsie!
But at the time things seemed to be going all right...