In any case, they ended up here:
Quite scenic, and I'm assured the weather was perfect. They started by walking through an old train . . .
Sorry, John, but really, it does look like you're holding hands. |
No, she is not the train. She is on the train. |
. . . Which stopped at a faux town that included a "church" . . .
Is this what they mean by "bully" pulpit? |
I wonder about their marks . . . |
. . . and (John's favorite) a "saloon."
The friendly service, as promised. But I question the legality. |
They didn't stay long. |
They do make a sweet couple, don't they? |
So how could I possibly feel left out? I am actually quite relieved to not have had to go.
And now I'm off to eat my Yorkie Bar.
ETA: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Glass (as described in the comments):
8 comments:
I do believe you're jealous.
That's absurd. I'm only sorry your "honeymoon" didn't last a little longer.
We did bring you something else . . .
An exotic disease?
I'm worried about how enthusiastic you are at the idea.
Could be fun to play with . . . What . . .? Oh, a glass. You brought me a glass that says "England" on it from a town in California.
It's a nice glass. They sold them at the candy store. You should post a picture.
Picture posted. Apparently Wales is no longer merely a neighboring country on the Isle of Great Britain but now part of England again.
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