Bar rats

Tuesday was a difficult day.  We went to the cemetary to take part in Lori's burial.  Standing around with all our friends and family (which for short I am combining the two words and calling them framily), for me, made it a little easier.  My heart goes out to the Burrows and the Ward families, again.  I know that wasn't an easy thing to go through, and I hope we all can help ease the pain of your loss.

After the burial, which took place at the Murdock cemetary at 1:00 pm, we all went to the Murdock bar for lunch and to hang out a bit.  Mind you, we had Payton with us since you can't really get a babysitter at 1:00 pm on a Tuesday.  So that day from 1:30 pm-8:30 pm we were the parents who had a baby.....in a bar.  Yup, in a bar for seven hours.  On one hand I felt like the negligant parent, but on the other hand I would think back to when my sister and I were younger and going to Phillips, NE quite often with my parents to hang out with their friends and their kids and we would often sit in the town bar, Winchesters, for hours before retreating to our friends house.  Then I didn't feel so bad.  And I'm proud to say that Payton barely said a word the entire time we were there.  Such a good little bar rat.  Apparently it means she likes the bar and wouldn't mind going back.