FRIDAY FUNNIES- WHAT DO YOU EAT AT THE LIBRARY? BE PREPARED TO BE SHOCKED!

One weekend we were staying in Houghton/Hancock, MI 

for the weekend. 

It is some of God’s beautiful country-

where Lake Superior meets the land with a crash and a bang. 

It has been scarred by copper mines and has that wind-swept desperate quality that grabs hold of the emotions. 

The landscape is somewhat surreal, 

like nothing else I have ever seen in my travels.

We got there late in the evening

 and HUNGRY 

(remember the hungry part as it plays an important part in this story). 

A few blocks away from where we were staying was a wonderful little restaurant, perched on the street above the river

It is called The Library. 

I do believe it was a big, old beautiful library at one time. 

Right now it is a somewhat eclectic eatery that offers both casual and fine dining.

We were seated in one of the booths that overlooks the river. 

A few tables away sat a woman with outrageously red hair. 

You know the kind~

not the kind that nature blessed someone with~

it’s the kind that can only come out of a bottle-

a bad, bad bottle. 

To top matters off, 

she did not look like the red-head type-

You know-the pearly translucent skin 

& light eyes-

that somewhat delicate look that red-heads

 seem to maintain their whole life. 

No-she was a bottle job-

and had the most pasty white skin

 and dark eyes I have ever seen. 

Picture the Snow Queen 

with beet-orange colored hair.

I am trying NOT to stare 

when I notice MyHero has his eyes glued on their table. 

"Stop staring", I whispered. 

"I can’t help it", he said. "Boy! She doesn’t look good!" (No kidding?)...

He continued, "Geez! I would hate to be stuck on a desert island with her." 

"Don’t worry about it", I tell him, "we aren’t boating this weekend". 

He says-"IF we were all stuck on a desert island together she would be the first one we ate!". WHAT? WHAT? 

What is WRONG with you? 

"Well, I’m just saying, 

she doesn’t look like she would be able to do any work or anything 

and we’d probably need food!" 

Lord love us-WHAT kind of a mind jumps 

from dinner at The Library 

to eating one of its patrons?

By the time our dinners had been set before us I had lost my appetite.

PS- Please don't eat the baby~