There was a shit ton of sitting in a car while B drove.
I spent a good portion of the time in the car either knitting or looking out the window at this:
And you know how I was all, “We’re taking a vacation and there will be R & R”? Well that turned out to be a TOTAL LIE. Because we were too busy doing all this:
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Towards the end of Spring Break we started to get a little punchy and things like this were said:
B: Will you take my picture with the giant Indian? I NEED a picture of me with the giant Indian.
Me: Only if you take a picture of me making out with Bob’s Big Boy.
B: I would LOVE to take a picture of you making out with the Big Boy, baby.
Me: Sweet!
B: Absolutely.
Which totally resulted in this:
and this:
And then Sunday was Easter and driving home with a stop at IKEA which included hanging out with Evil Science Chick and her man-candy. Mad shopping was done. We bought pretty much everything BUT what we originally intended to purchase. And then we made it home just in time to do laundry.
I am STILL pooped.
The End.
Kev is very entertained that you referred to him as “man-candy”.
I put together my wall cabinet today! Now I have to figure out where I’m going to hang the damn thing. YAY IKEA!
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Take care
RJ.
Wheeee hee hee hee! Makin’ out with Bob!
Hee hee hee hee hee!
So, did Big Boy Bob keep it on the up and up, or did he slip you a little tongue action? LOL
Sounds like you had a ton of fun! I love vacation more than relaxation. Who needs rest?
BTW, remember our chat about Cherokee photos the other day? That indian was one of the ones I took a picture of. (Though, it was taken while we were driving past it.)
I love Bob!
He’s mine! Looks like you had a blast. To do all that, then Ikea, man that’s the stuff dreams are made of 
Where the hell is there a Bob’s around here? And by here I mean anywhere in the South.
I got your Bob right here. And Bob always *offers* tongue if you want it bad enough, and yes – he always knows if you do.
And Ikea is like, 7 miles from my house.
Looks like a GREAT trip!! So, back at work to get a rest huh???? LOL!!!!
So…..confess…..how was Bob????????? LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Great pics.