Vacation Gag Reel

Allright, I think I've hammered you all with enough vacation stories.  I've posted more in this last week than I usually do in a month (and I thank you for reading them!).  So here's the last one.  It's just non-sequitar list of a few silly things I made mental notes of.

- When you chew Trident Layers Pineapple Melon Gum after you've eaten half a box of Pepper Jack Flavored Cheez-Its, the resulting taste is ashtray.
Or at least what I imagine an ashtray would taste like.

- We coined a new term on our trip: Farch.  It's a combination of a march (as in hup, 2,3,4) and a fart.  That one was thanks to J.

- My daughter is a lot like me in the fact that she doesn't like to be cold.  At all.  This was illustrated by the fact that she lovingly named her jacket..... Fluffy.

Here's a picture of her and Fluffy:

- J got a bunch of Toy Story 3 toys from his birthday, of which he brought a small Sheriff Woody figurine and a larger pull-string Sheriff Woody.  Throughout the trip Mr. C and I would have to turn away and smirk because J would randomly call out things like "Have you seen my big Woody?" or "Anyone want to play with the little Woody?"

If it's not crass humor, then it's potty talk.  That's what living with Mr. C is like. 

- In keeping with the Toy Story 3 theme, J is still mishearing words a lot.  His pullstring Sheriff Woody says "Where's my trusty steed Bullseye?" but J walked around demanding of us, "Where's my crusty steed Bullseye?"

The mental image of what a crusty steed must look like makes me laugh. 

And last, this isn't a funny.  It's just another excuse for me to put up a cute pic of Roo.  

She fell asleep on one of our hikes.  Am I the only one who just wants to eat those cheeks?  I can't stand it.  I really can't. 

Okay, that's it.  I'm taking the next couple of days off and going to Vegas with my bff for her birthday trip.  I haven't done a girls getaway that was longer than an overnight in about 5 years.  In fact, the last time I did it was when Char and I went to Bacarra Spa in Santa Barbara.  That place was fancy.  It's one of Oprah's fav spas.  They gave us champagne while we were waiting to check in.  We saw K-Fed and a very pregnant Britney Spears ordering plates and plates of food from their private cabana.  And Char and I rolled in in her Ford Escape and asked the valet where the self parking was.  Duh. 

We're classy like that. 

So, I'd sign off with a quip about what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but I know I wouldn't be fooling anyone.  The actual words that came out of Char's mouth when she was inviting me on this trip were: "I don't want to go and party and get all crazy.  I just want a quiet trip.  You're my perfect friend for this."

I guess even my friends know I'm 35 going on 85.  

You'll find me in the Keno lounge.