The time with my Zumwalde grandparents was complete with talking, card playing, some church time, and dinner. They are just too cute for words and I can't believe they still live at home by themselves. And people wonder where I get my independence from?!?!
Card playing is always a must with these grandparents and there were a couple of memorable moments with my grandmother. She always is the scorekeeper, and it was quite humorous when after one round of play she began to update scores. I happened to glance over and saw that in my previous round I had a 44, but when grandma "added" my new score, I was brought down to 32. Hmmm, that's now how I remember scoring for Up & Down the River. I totally called her out on it and we had a good laugh. Then at another point in the game, my mom, my grandpa and I all had 2 cards in our hand, but grandma only had 1. And she had dealt that round. Hmmm, maybe grandma was not up to par in playing cards that day, but we sure had some good laughs.
After dinner, we then went to Cold Spring to visit with my Grandma Zenner. Again there was much chatting, a little dessert and irish coffee. This was the first time that I remember watching irish coffee being made where the sugar and whiskey is mixed together and set on fire. It's a patient process. We spent the night with my grandma and had a wonderful breakfast before I was back on my way to Chicago. 
My favorite quote from my grandmother was during her storytelling of going to a local restaurant. Apparently the food is fabulous, but they can't make a drink to save their life. It's gotten to the point where her and her friends have drinks before going to dinner there. Anyway, apparently they flunked on her drink and she was like "How the hell do you screw up a vodka tonic?" Oh my mercy. And people wonder where I get my snobby drinking from!?!?!
Such good times. Such precious times.
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How stinkin' cute are your grandparents?! Love it.
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