I will not bore you with the glory of ballooning because it was great again this morning too.
We spent the day saying goodbye to new friends, getting the golf cart back on the shelf, and deciding whether to watch the glowdeo and fireworks from the launch field. Instead we set out to find a Cracker Barrel because Dick wanted beans and cornbread.
Today I noticed an alarming trend. They are manufacturing jeans in prints. Zebra, tie dye, flowers, just all manner of prints. When your thighs are like a small Thanksgiving turkeys stuffed with cottage cheese you can't wear flowered jeans. Who wants to be followed by a swarm of bees. White jeans printed with bullet holes should not be worn by any one who is eligible for McDonald's senior coffee. My biggest fear if this trend continues is my husband. He'll want to buy me NFL Saints Levi's for Christmas.
Kingman here we come!