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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