Any port in a storm

Any port in a storm
That was my thought going in. Two sips told me next time I’ll opt for
sailing around the horn instead. Well, at least it’s sugar-free vanilla.

Wears as good as it tastes

Wears as good as it tastes
Every now and then Zuzu reminds me: she is all six all over. So cute.

When in bubbaville…

When in bubbaville...
We couldn’t very well return to metropolitan. Houston without a DQ
dipped cone first.

Historic marker needed

Historic marker needed
A sign should be erected here: the site where John said the food was
too greasy to finish. This place was straight out of central casting.
Tables of guys chewing the cud about this and that. I heard “I tell
you what…” at least four times in 20 minutes. The kids absolutely
felt the difference: we were wayy outside the loop!

Look out below

Look out below
Fenced off for safety, the land beyond those trees was a level field.
Then, in one morning cracks started showing up in the parking lot.
Within about four hours, the ground gave way swallowing silos and a
tractor.