Once upon a time there was a husband that was kidnapped by his wifey and taken on vacation, far far far away from his recliner, remote and cat. She insisted on doing fun things on vacation, like stopping at every state welcome center, taking lots of photos, staying at motels, having adventures and stopping for p-breaks.
These are the chronicals of the Grouchy Tourist~
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the adventure begins
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"I defend my right not to stop until I'm ready to stop"
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At least there are smoking rooms...
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Welcome to Mississippi, GT!
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GT finds a grouchy look-a-like in Mississippi
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Leaning on Louisana....
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At least motels have cable....and remotes- if they only had recliners...
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"Must you pick up EVERY pamphlet?"
In Texas is where the real adventure began.... Grouchy Tourist ran into:
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A dancing bear
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A Texan auction-guy (this was outside the auction in Whitney)
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and finally a bandito that escorted him to the border.
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GT was glad to go home!
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1 comment:
Isnt there some Freudian saying about marrying men like your father!! AH JEEEZZZZ
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