"Honey, I'm Home"

We got back about 1:30 this am. We left at about 10 am yesterday and drove straight through. Our heads have been swimming all day because of the drop in altitude. Or maybe that is just the way we are. The picture above is what we looked at on the way home. A whole lot of nothing. The most interesting thing on the trip this way home is a gas station in a town called Slap Out in the pan handle of OK. That is all there is, at a cross roads. They have the biggest pair of red granny panties hanging on the wall there I have ever seen. They are about a yard high by a yard wide. We were so surprised that we forgot to ask why they were even there.
I have caught up on email and am in the process of uploading pictures and responding to correspondence. I hope to get to you all in the next few days. But you know it is a holiday so there is no telling what is on MrP's agenda. We have already been asked to baby sit on Sunday so that will be a busy day.
I didn't have internet for four days and realized I truly am a blogaholic. I don't even care. That air card was only picking up one bar and I kept trying to get on. I finally found a TV antenna and used two old bread twist ties to strap it to the place for the air card antenna that hasn't even come out yet but has a spot for one. Then I spread the rabbit ears out and I still couldn't get on line. That was really pretty desperate wasn't it?
While gone we didn't have a lot of channels and didn't even watch much TV but there was this noir story on one of the forensic files that was just sickening funny. This gal had a sugar daddy and a boyfriend. She was afraid the sugar daddy would find out about the boyfriend so she decided to kill the boyfriend. She did and left him in an apartment lent to her by her sugar daddy. The boyfriend started to create a not so lovely smell and neighbors were complaining so she went in wrapped him in a shower curtain, I think, and a sheet, strapped him to a dolly, hooked and lashed him to the trailer hitch of her truck and drove off in the middle of the night to dispose of him dragging the dolly behind the truck. She lost him somewhere along the way and just kept on driving. When the police finally caught her she said she thought she felt and heard a thumpity thump. They did a re-enactment. I couldn't help but laugh. Does that make me a sick person? hahaha

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