How to Celebrate When you are in Florence With your Granddaughter

As I said, Saturday the wind was blowing like 40 hells and of course we decide that's the day for Mac to go to Florence to get his specks adjusted or replaced (what ever seems best) at the Mall. I have been banned from straying into Barnes and Noble for longer than thirty minutes (Mac having figured I can't do too much damage in that short length of time). So I call the kids and tell them we are coming into Florence. Michael told me that Anna had made the G'daughter an appointment to get her eyes examined at 2 p.m. That worked out well for us, we could all gather at the Mall. We left the house about 9 am because there were other stops to be made on the way. The trip from here to Florence takes about an hour and a half and we stopped off at Lowe's and Wal-Marts in Hartsville before we got there. We have been looking for a "Private Drive" sign. I know they make them, it's just hard to find them. We want to get the problem of other people using our drive way stopped before it becomes a habit impossible to break. But that's another story for another day. No luck on the signs in either store, we headed on to Florence. I know this sounds unbelievable, but I've never been to a Home Depot. Every other store you name, well I've been there. But never Home Depot. So Saturday I spent an hour browsing through my first ever. Good news for Home Depot. Bad news for Mac. I found quite a few things that I would have loved to take back home with me had it not been for the near tornadic winds that were blowing. Mac called it a 40 knot gale. So at 1 pm we headed over to the Mall, Mac took his glasses into Lenscrafters, explained the problem with the new ones (they were uncomfortable and the lineless bifocal was not right). After leaving the specks in their care, we went to Barnes and Noble to meet up with the family. Michael arrived first, saying the girls (my DDIL and G'Daughter)were on the way. I made a vow to myself that I would not spend even a penny inside, since I still had about four books to read. No since in being greedy, right? We took Arianna to get her eyes examined and even though everyone of us are be speckled or contact lensed (I know, I made that word up. It's my blog, I can do that) her baby blues are 20/20. I hugged her and said "this calls for a celebration!" She said in all innocence, "wow Grandma, I like to celebrate in Ruby Tuesday's." Anna spoke up about then, "I was planning on making a Broccoli Casserole, honey". Arianna's eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open. "But Mom, I don't want to celebrate with no Broccoli Casserole!" I quickly corrected her. "I don't want to celebrate with Broccoli Casserole, not no Broccoli Casserole." She turned quickly back to her mother. "See Mom, Grandma doesn't want to celebrate with no broccoli, either." She's 8 years old and her Daddy has been confused ever since her arrival. He hasn't figured out how a four foot girl manages to keep 2 six foot+ men and 5'10 woman wrapped around her little finger and still have room for an uncle and an aunt.