Saturday, August 06, 2005
Well, it's not the QAL I'm loving. Or the yarrow or the roses. It's that cute little lobster boat. I want to bear its children. RRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr.
And that's about all I have to offer as a photo safari of the lovely seacoast of New Hampshire. I was out walking around today for about an hour and a half, but the battery to my digital camera crapped out after about four shots, so you're getting one of my Pretty Postcard Picture shots from the other day.
I'm sure that's OK with everyone, because the shots I was planning on taking of the art class in the cemetary and the Naval Prison and the purple house and MORE LOBSTER BOATS might not have been all that entrancing, anyway.
So you can all pretend that I was ambling along the waterfront snapping cute pictures, when actually what I did today was:
1. Go to Sears and buy a king-sized Stearns and Foster mattress because they were on sale and no sales tax in New Hampshire, yay me!
2. Take the kids to Chuck E. Cheese's and spend $50 on pizza and Budweiser and cotton candy and tokens and TOTALLY KICK BUTT on the smash-the-prairie-dog on the head game and the baseball game and the Skeeter Ball game and win tons of tickets only to walk out of there with a completely paltry set of prizes consisting of some Skittles, a candy bracelet, and a set of fake gold fingernails.
What a rip off. (Yes, this actually is the first time I've been to Chuck E. Cheese's.) And wow, I haven't had one for a long, long time, but is Budweiser ever watery tasting.
So basically this picture is the only proof I have that I'm in the seacoast area of New Hampshire. Because from my day's activities, I could have been in Anytown, U.S.A.
The only way I knew where I really was was the candlepin bowling place we passed on the highway. Oh, and the car with New Hampshire plates with a "Manny,"vanity plate, three Red Sox stickers, and a sticker that says "Yankees Still Suck."
And of course, they do.