After Shell and I were done romping through the Sweet Tooth Fairy and reaping the benefits, it was greatly anticipated by the Mouse that he spend a good amount of time worshipping at his personal sacred mecca known to regular people as Cabela's sporting goods.
(cue angels singing)
He went in so fast we could hardly document his arrival. We knew he could legitimately stay inside for days on end, but all we cared about was that we had long enough for lunch and a pedicure. And for him to purchase as much army/survival gear as was humanly possible in that amount of time. It was definitely a win/win situation for all parties involved.
And then was the time for a ride in Shell's husband's brand spanking new Mini Cooper.
Look at the expression on the Mouse's face! HAHAHAHA!
It doesn't take a genius to determine what a fine example of a downright fun sports car this is!
Thank you John!!! For taking Matthew on several very momentous rides! :)
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Surely you didn't think I'd forget a pedicure pic did you?!
We remembered just as we were saying goodbye - sniff :( (Don't look Joanne!)
Shell, both you and John were so loving and helpful and fun during our stay - THANK YOU!
6 or 7 hours later, the hazy view of Las Vegas in the distance.
"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy"
Never mind.
This part was not fun. That's the temperature, not the speedometer. (that would've been fun!)
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