| her travel style |
| arrival giggles fueled by skittles |
| dances fueled by skittles |
| breakfast style |
| this was quickly followed by tears as she was not allowed to walk to the diner with mommy |
| some historic house. can't remember |
| for certain german relatives of mine |
| 'spankey's'. now that's a name for a car garage |
| 'delightful delapidation' |
| mechanicsburg rainbow row |
| so hungry at this point |
| destination time |
| gettysburg |
| most of our time was spent at 'devil's den' |
| as already known to many people, serious reflection is not our forte |
| but i can assure you there were very many serious and slightly nerdy conversations. mostly led by huzzle. |
| as you can see i did not come shod to rock climb |
| this led me to take trails. that introduced me to mr. t.i.c.k. hours later. the best description of my mind state was between controlling screams and complete panic |
| huzzle was completely blasé about it being only a dog tick. i cannot treat anything that makes a living out of sucking my blood with a blasé attitude. i have been very itchy ever since. |
| mr. blase` |
| friends |
| for huzzle |
| i liked the colors |
| tuckered out |
| it was national record day so we obliged by visiting a local record store. this led to the legal appropriation of a double disc of 'supremes greatest hits'. |
| yes, that is a silver/metal deer head |
| dessert and |
| great tv. the end. |
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