This post is best enjoyed with the sound of a buzzing vuvuzela.
You know I work from home and rarely have to leave Loriville, right? Well duty called and I had to venture over to the next county for a mediation. What does that mean? It means that I had to get out of my "yoga" gear and put on a dress and some lipgloss.
Destination? Park County. Yes, the very South Park that you know and love.
It is just one mountain pass away-- but the pass is literally one switchback after the other all the way. On my way home I was behind Grampy and Granny Pokeyass, who were driving about 6 miles an hour.
I spot a herd of deer ahead and since I am driving so dang slow, I get my camera out of my purse (which was sitting right next to me. I did not leave my seat I promise).
By the time I got close, this was the only shot I could get.
The view is spectacular.
Oh, look. This is a windy road. I probably should not be taking pictures.
Wait, let me just get a shot of myself.
That is when things went downhill (get it downhill? I crack myself up).
Look out ahead.
I was on the road, I swear.
Hey, I think this is kind of fun.
When I got home, I put on some regular clothes and Matt and I went to try out a Mexican restaurant we had never been to. They had the biggest freakin plates that I had ever seen. This is not an optical illusion.
PS. The mediation was no bueno. Nothing resolved.
