A story I will probably tell my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren...not because it is all that c to the razy but because I generally lead a pretty home bound and sedentary lifestyle. As Julia and I were getting ready to depart for the airport yesterday morning, Tucker and Rudy (my mom's dogs/children) started barking like mad. This isn't a terribly out of the ordinary occurrence but their barks were just a little bit more alarmed and fastbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkBARKbark than usual. We opened the front door to find
this in the driveway. Be still my geriatric and socially awkward heart. A non-emergent hot air balloon landing in our very laps! So we did what was expected of us... I took pictures of them...they took pictures of Julia and kindly tolerated the dog's going all guerrilla on their bottoms.
(I believe this is when the tour guide was encouraging the riders to follow him on Twitter...no one was taking or really understood the bait)
(to the left: my parents' kind and loving neighbors apparent affinity for unwelcome visitors and gargoyle statuettes)
The end of the most exciting blog post you'll read all day.