It has been nearly a month since our friends and family left us for their respective homes in not quite as warm as R-Can-Sauce, but not as sunny Washington State. I am just now coming out of a fog of tiredness and slug-like behavior.
I am absolutely positive that the fogginess has nothing to do with feeding my body and my brain a steady diet of sugary goodness and then abruptly stopping said diet this week.
Nope, nothing to do with that at all.
The evening before Jim and Marcia left, we all, minus Roxy and Charlie, went out for a boat ride.
The Captain and First Mate. I will let you come to your own conclusions as to which is which. Or who is who. Or whom is whom.
Doesn't it look like Randy is just ready to hit the gas and get the speed all the way up to five mph?
The water was about 84° and Marcia 'cooled' off by dipping her feet in the lake.
Jim was watching to make sure his beloved didn't fall overboard.
This is actually a picture of us taking the cover off the boat. If you look at it backwards, it is a picture of us putting the cover back on.
Me, Teri and Marcia right before Jim and Marcia left. Not so happy faces.
Goodbye Jim, Marcia and Charlie! We will miss you.
The Mustang needed a bath. HAH! Camaro's don't get dirty. Ever.
Jack entertained us with The Book of Jack, the book that Moses inadvertently left out of the New Testament.
Jack also brought his Marine scrap book with him. All kidding aside, it was a lot of fun going through the pictures and momentos. I really enjoyed listening to the time Jack spent in the Marines.
We drove to Hardy to see the car museum.
Jack looks like he is barely holding it together after hearing almost two weeks of "Stand there, I want to take a picture!"
I thought this was either Laurel or Hardy. Come to find out, it's Charlie Chaplin.
Is that a gun in your pocket ...
... or are you just happy to see us?
No truer words were ever spoken ... unless ...
Stay tuned for the final chapter.
Have the BEST day ever!