Pretty hot, but some of these make me ask, at what point does it stop being a kilt and become a skirt?
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
"Some creepy guy"
Last Wednesday I stepped out of Murphy's Irish Pub in Rapid City, after a few drinks, to wait for my dad to pick me up from my sis-in-law-to-be's bachelorette party. Eight hours of driving followed by three beers and a shot of something yummy but inebriating had taken its toll and I was more than ready for bed.
I was about to head for the corner to wait, but noticed a creepy guy in a long coat standing there, so I decided to stick close to the door I'd come out of. I stood there several minutes, watching people go by, checking my e-mail on my phone ("Addict!" I hear hubby saying), and wishing I was already in bed. I glanced at the creepy guy. He hadn't moved. People came and went. I checked my e-mail again. I checked what time I had called Dad. It had only been about five minutes. I wished again that I was in bed. I glanced at the creepy guy. And finally, I remembered...
Rapid City has statues of presidents on the street corners downtown. The "creepy guy" was Millard Fillmore (I think...I'm not totally sure WHO it is). So, I smacked myself on the head and twittered it. ("Addict!" hubby mutters)
Monday, August 18, 2008
I think I'm lost
I was browsing the maps at a gas station in Mitchell SD and found the usual South Dakota, North Dakota, Nebraska selection, but also one for the Greater Middle East. Now that'd be a loooooong drive.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Little streams
One bonus (if there is one) of being drenched at Mt. Rushmore is seeing the little streams and waterfalls I've never seen before. You could stand still and just listen to all the water gurgling and bubbling its way down the mountain.