Last weekend The Mister and I went to Flagstaff with some questionable people.
They made us stay in a shack:
They made us stay in a shack:
They made us sit around and stare at each other, and listen to Adam's guitar. I guess it was okay, if you like good music and all.
They dressed their devilishly cute children in old-man pajamas and gave them old-man beverages.
They made us sit outside, completely exposed to the elements, with nothing but a cup of butterscotch hot chocolate and conversation to keep us busy. I mean, who in their right mind enjoys a sunny, 65-degree day spent on a cabin deck among pine trees?
And then they scared us with big black bear sightings.
And they made us tell stories while they watched with laser-like focus.
Wow!
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