happy meals and flying horses

this image probably isnt that funny unless youre a close family member. if you are - then it should amuse you to no end. when i saw this sign somewhere along the 5 in washington state i had to photograph it. my grandpa worked for mobile for many years and so i had the flying red horse sewn onto my flannel nightgowns. (yes flannel. i lived in vermont in one of the coldest homes on the planet; flannel was a way of life). anyway, my grandpa used to also take me to mickey d's quite a bit (gross understatement) when i was little b/c basically, i refused to go elsewhere. we always used to fight about what age was really too old to keep getting the happy meals. needless to say, i always got my way. :) anyway.... this combination of the flying red horse and the mickey d's sign really put a smile on my face and reminded me of grandpa bobby...lobes ya i do! (and yes he would be rather proud that i was mentioning which 'route' number i was driving on)