At least the food was hot!

So we went here this weekend. Drove over 600 miles to see the King Tut exhibit, as girl.imp is highly interested in pharoahs and we would probably never see this exhibit again. I learned 3 things about the museum this weekend.

1) Imps that find out they cannot tour their chosen exhibit (tickets were sold out! At an effing museum?? WT-effing-F???) are not happy. So to appease the troops and prevent an outright revolt, we were forced to look for food. Imps, especially my imps, can be bribed with food. The worse it is for your health the easier it gets.

2) So, in the bottom level of the museum, we found Nirvana!
Yes, we succumbed to the siren like song of frozen potato sticks being deep fried in golden oil. We allowed ourselves to become entranced with the sizzling, miniature explosions of melting beef fat and dove headlong into the misty perfume of frying meat.

We bought ourselves another hour at the museum! Not that we really needed the hour:

We saw a lowland gorilla carcass. It seems the former gorilla was the first lowland gorilla West
of the East coast held in captivity.

We saw a stuffed lioness that terrorized villages in Africa in the early 1990s.

We saw the Underground Adventure exhibit--yawn (but we paid an extra $7 for the nap -yes we
are bad parents but value for $$ is our paramount interest when opening the 'ole man purse 'o
cash).

Having been here before and not seeing anything really new and/or interesting we soon left.

600 miles for a quick trip to the golden arches...

3) Believe you me, the imps will be reminded of this trip when the situation warrants an iron-clad guilt trip!