...watch out for those stairs.

Well....  I'm not the prolific blogger like Patrick (who, as we all know, is blogging ALL the time), but I do have a few things to say.  I was telling a friend about the trip today and I said, "I like these people so much I'd be their friends in real life."  True story. I didn't feel like the new guy at all.  It was all so easy and comfortable.  Something unexpected, but at the same time something I've learned to expect since I met Misti.

Thank you all so much for such a wonderful time together and I look forward to many more adventures in the future!

P.S.  My butt STILL hurts.  Stupid stairs...

What Fresh Hell Is This?

No half and half? 

No beautiful glass like lake? 

No Jerome cooked seventy course meal? 

The voice of Matt Lauer in place of the laughter that was my custom morning wake up? 

I actually have to put on real clothes and real makeup and go work on real things that do not include a plan to attack a water park? 

The only thing about this that isn't total bullshit is the bed I'm in right now. 

It's not on the floor. It's not a thinly covered pad to a futon. It's got box springs and sheets and fits two people comfortably. 

I guess I will get up and get to work....where I can start researching things to do in Branson next year. 

Home

After a long day and very long wait for the bus in SD we are home