I’m not blogging on our vacation. No, I’m not. I’m only temporarily logged onto this little thing called wordpress while Mark’s meeting w/ the bride and groom re. final wedding details, that’s all…
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- layover leisure
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- please have our luggage, please have our luggage, please...
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- yeah!!!!
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- yeah again!
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- please don't forget to pick up the stegalls...
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- they found us!!!
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- in honor of our cali friends...it's a staple, you know
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- this was Mark's first in n out experience...
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- now, this is just to make you jealous. I admit it.
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- after 14 hrs of traveling via plane & car...
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- hark!!! soft pillows!
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- cathi vs. tumble weed...tumble weed wins
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- the 'encounter' w/ the tumble weed
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- mark vs. tumble weed
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- cactus revenge
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- cali kisses
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- the tumble weed wins again
making out on your blog.
ewwww…
y’all need to get a room!
So just in case you needed any more information to think I was cool…I used to manage an In-N-Out back in the day. Yup. I heart that company. And I heart you for making me hungry in the middle of the night. mmmmmm. Late night snacks are the best.
Not Blogging? I guess I won’t comment then - I would just be wasting my time. When you do blog again I will leave a comment - but not today - your not blogging so I won’t. i won’t even ask when do you plan to blog again.
i’ve been meditating. nay. ruminating at the thought of calling food “in-n-out”.
seriously. the “out” part makes me not wanna eat it.
why would that be a selling point?
we had a GREAT GREAT GREAT tacky dirty greasy world-famous hotdog/burger/pork chop sandwich place back in Georgia, called Willie’s Weenie Wagon (stop laughing)… anyway, Drew, upon taking first-timers there, would always warn them that they’d pay for it twice.
ugh.
he was right most of the time.
shoulda called that place Willie’s In-N-Out Weenies.
i think i just grossed myself out.
k.
bye
i’ve never eaten at an in-n-out burger.
BUT…
i was on co-parenting duty the past few weeks. lots of feeding-the-baby action took place. and very often, as i was giving peaberry her bottle, she’d load up her pants. simultaneous action. and each time she did it, i’d call her “my little in-n-out burger”!
Thanks to you all…I’ll never think of in n out the same! First, I’ll always remember that kristiapplesauce seriously is the most amazingly fantastic woman EVER and next…I think I’ll just puke a little every time i think of mandy and alece’s logic. oh dear.
and thank you, dear papa for not commenting here…