Its what's for breakfast

This was not our breakfast...its just a picture of it.

Oh, the culinary master peices that are baked at the hands of five famished females...

huh?

This is a conversation we over heard between two nerdy girls whom we wish we didn’t know so well.

"What language were they speaking? Portuguese?" Said girl one.
"No, they were speaking English." Replied the other confidently.
"Well then I don’t understand very much English because I didn’t understand a word they said." Girl one stated matter of fact.
"I only caught half of what they were saying." Girl two tried to make girl one feel better.
"Oh, really? What were they saying?" Girl one asked the intelligent one.
"I don’t know…" the intelligent one was less confident.
"That’s because they weren’t speaking English!" Girl one bellowed in frustration. And no more was said on the matter.

Happy Thanksgiving…and to the Turkeys good luck

It just occurred to us that no one will be reading the blog today. So we are going to take advantage of the situation and use this opportunity to say what we would never say if every one was reading it.

We bet all you Turkeys sure wish you were Warthogs right about now!

They're out there...well maybe not anymore

Are we there yet? Yup.

This blog is now open for comments...

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ah hmmm

Are we there yet? Nope...

Gone

Minnesota, we bid thee farewell.





This post was posted on the right day by the authors who are now far away...or close by depending on where you live…

Honorable Mentions of the last expedition we were on …well, maybe not honorable…

Shot Gun Girl, normally that would be a title we would envy, however that is not the case today. The girl had a shotgun shell through each ear. We can only think of two possible reasons for why she would have shot gun shells through her ears. Either she finds it more effective to reach up to her ears when reloading her gun quickly than reaching down to her pocket or she was obviously standing too close to the gun when it went off a couple of times…some people just never learn.

The lady with the T-shirt that said, "You say ‘psycho’ like it’s a bad thing".

The man with the T-shirt that said, "You can have my gun when you pry it from my cold dead fingers."

The man who cut his finger on the night of the full moon like the rest of Indiana.

The neighbor boy who kept turning his shirt around like it was a revolving door.

The man who claimed to be Amish just because he wore the right hat and had a beard. Pity he couldn’t speak Dutch…

Debbie Downer….Yes indeed, we met Debbie Downer! Only his name wasn’t really Debbie, and he wasn’t a girl either for that matter…but he was definitely a downer.

The little old lady who wore all her sweaters on the same hot day...and everyday for that matter.

Pull ups boy…that would be the boy who was being frisked by the cops and the cops kindly pulled up his pants for him so they wouldn’t fall down while they were searching his pockets. And to think that was just after the favorite father told the Amish friends how much he wanted to pull...Maybe that’s not ethical for this blog to write about.

The lady who didn’t have time to change out of her towel after her shower…well maybe not lady.