My Friday night plans turned out a little differently than expected. Rumors had spread that the President was in a nearby town giving some Rep. support, so we decided, that as US citizens (and one Canadian) we needed to go meet this man. Unfortunately, even with all of our well laid out plans, the most we saw of him was the Taco John's sign that read: Mr. President, you're wife called: she wants you to bring home tacos.We decided not to get too down about our misfortune, and afterall, we were in the self-proclaimed ice cream capital of the world. So why not enjoy? You can probably easily see the progression of the pictures as the happiness of our tongues turned into the general discomfort of our stomachs. And somehow, we even managed to find a big slide in the shape of a silo to visit on the way home.
4 comments:
very nice. now i think you should tell heather that she NEED NEED NEEDS to blog!
wow - you really went after the ice cream!
ah, your post tells more of the story than Heather's. She didn't mention the president OR the tacos!
i don't even like tacos. yeah, the ice cream was dElicious though-- too bad about the sad faced stomachs
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