I spent most of the day, in my car, road tripping.
|My purse I hand painted, ions ago|
|My guy's shoes|
|This is where I spent my evening.|
|My guy stretching on the beach.|
|My guy preparing for his run.|
|I like taking photos of strangers.|
|Guess me from behind. |
That would be the chick writing this gibberish.
I don't have a photo of how our car got stuck in the sand. Three or four possibly intoxicated guys,
tried to push it out. They gave up.
Then 20 minutes of my guy trying to dig our car out of the sand, one young guy and a very nice young lady, (mostly the lady), pushed our car out all the way.
I tried to help, but my shoe got stuck in the sand, as we started running. They didn't have that problem, because they were barefoot. I ended up taking off my shoes too.
|Let's just say our car is covered in sand,|
inside and out.
|I guess they feel the need to show the Texas state shape everywhere, including the rest stops.|
|My journal page about the perfect Summer day.|
|If I had a Summer/vacation home,|
I would want it to be...