Wake up early ….
Hop in the car with fella, armed with passports and ….
… some homemade baked goods and hot, home brewed coffee. what?
Admire the healthy, homemade sustenance you lovingly made for you and “yours”.
Head out on the highway, (insert guitar riff) lookin’ for adventure. (made ya sing) Hang a right at the sign. So thirsty suddenly! Luckily …
… my divining rod hair led us to water.
Marvel at the 7th wonder of the world. An M&M vending machine.
Oh … and Niagara Falls. They’re quite a wonder as well. Take the obligatory “tourist” shot.
Head into Duty Free shop, lookin’ for a very special vodka. No, I don’t drink, why do you ask? I do like crystal skulls however, and this vodka just happens to come in one. Hence the name “Crystal Head Vodka”. Purchase 2 bottles, then head to America.
You are now entering The United States of America.
You are now exiting The United States of America. (literally had to do a u-turn into and out of America to pay the duty on our “duty free” booze heads.
Apparently we did things a bit backwards so…. Go to see the friendly folks at customs who I’m sure aren’t really the spawn of Rosemary’s baby and a bad Gremlin.
Accept the bill for duty and taxes on our purchases with grace and charm.
I think it shows good breeding to embed a bit of culture into every trip so … just around the corner from the “Wax Museum of Somewhat Recognizable Rock Stars”and a few doors down from the “House of Frankenstein” is … the Hershey store.
Quite literally …
like a kid in a candy store.
Stumble upon the HOLY GRAIL for diet coke lovers. DIET COKE IN TALL GLASS BOTTLES. I’ve never, EVER seen such a perfect specimen. Purchase 6 and head screaming and giggling towards the door. We must leave now ’cause it can only go downhill from here.
As luck would have it, I was able to make a quick cup of home brewed coffee for the drive home.
Finish the day at home, fireside with a souvenir from Hershey’s. I mean a homemade treat. A treat that I made here in our home. Not exactly the Prime Rib dinner I planned to make for Sunday dinner but … like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman … I too am a fly by the seat of my pants kindda gal. On occasion anyway. Once in a while you have to throw caution to the wind. Besides, that stupid wind needs another purpose in life other than messing up your hair in vacation photos.