Apparently my stomach didn't think the food was as great as I did. I don't think a stomach that is used to fruits and veggies can handle chip dip. Or potato chips, for that matter. Anyway...
SOME people are actually working today, and I'm pretty sure my dad is one of those SOME. My parents are both retired (as are Jeremiah's) but my dad went out and got a job working at the state park. He gets to wear a uniform and everything. Khaki, of course. Park rangers wear khaki. They call him Ranger Robb, which is fun to say. Try it.
We brought my dad dinner once while I was there and he took me on a picture tour of the park. I should mention that I've gone to this park for as long as I can remember. I grew up here. I should also mention that I got some suweet shots with my SLR, but Jeremiah pointed out that people can lift my shots right off the blog and claim them as their own...so you only get to see the okay pictures and not the great ones. Because I don't know who you are. 'Cause you don't leave comments. Just sayin'.
Anyway, here's my dad, leading the tour...
|"So if you look to your right, you'll notice..."|
|"Emily Brooke, get your ASS away from the nest!"|
|"Why are you stepping on that?"|
|"And if you'll look up...Emily? LOOK UP! I'm trying to show you something!"|
|"Take the picture FAST. I think I heard the mouse coming back for me."|
|Ranger Robb reporting for duty!|
So what are YOU doing for your long weekend?
This is the part where you hit the little comment button and tell me what you're doing this weekend.