September 01, 2005
Wenchie Went On Vacation and All We Got Are These Lame-Ass Photos
Ah, a blogger's last resort. The post of laziness. The entry of ennui. Photos.
I know many of you were probably worried that I had been killed and eaten by my stepdaughters, but fear not -- I was able to hold them off with my ninja skills until Husband arrived home.
Actually, I was on VACATION for four days! Which was pure awesome! And relaxing! And fattening! And oh-ho-hoooooooooooooo, do I have the stories for you, my dearest minions! You're just going to have to wait until tomorrow because I'm currently suffering The Curse of the Vacationer, i.e. Lots o' Crap Piled On My Desk.
This is the back of my Explorer. Guess how many friends I took with me? Two -- PJ and Egrau. That's right. This is what three women needed to survive for four days and three nights. And we didn't even bring make-up!
This is my family's shack. I mean shanty. I mean cabin. It's a rear view, so you stalkers (you know who you are!) can't drive around Wisconsin and look for my cabin, in order to catch a glimpse of me drinking Kaluha at 7:00 a.m. and yelling at PJ to hurry up in the shower because I have a turtle head poking out.
This is some of the scenery from our hike through the woods. "But Wenchie, that doesn't look like woods." Right you are! That's the beach. After hiking past thirty "NO TRESPASSING" signs and five barking dogs, we decided that walking back along the beach was less likely to earn us an ass full of buckshot. But we did get scolded by an old lady, which was awesome, and I totally felt like The Little Rascals.
Here are some of the new animal friends we made. This petting zoo cow can put it's tongue up it's own nose, and did so many times. I don't know if he was trying to dislodge a booger or just gross us out. The motives of cows continue mystify me, despite all the time I spent with them in the wild, learning their ways and eventually being accepted into the group.
This is a goat up on the roof of the famous Al Johnson's Restaurant, where we had tastey Swedish pancakes and an even tastier waiter. I'm not sure whether this goat was letting me know what he thought of me, or if he considers this his best side for photos. I know even less about the ways of goats than I do of cows.
And tomorrow:
There was an old lady
Who swallowed a fly.
I don't know why
She swallowed a fly.
Perhaps she'll die!
Comments
OK - is "turtlehead" the new "vagina" of piratewench.org?
Posted by: Anne at September 1, 2005 03:36 PM
That goat has a hot ass.
And at 7 am, you should be drinking Baileys in coffee.
Posted by: Fresh at September 1, 2005 06:58 PM
I have to admit, the "turtle head" mystified me too. What is that, exactly???
Posted by: Queen of Ass at September 1, 2005 10:05 PM
See? All I had to do was comment, and voila! I received the answer!
Posted by: Queen of Ass at September 1, 2005 10:05 PM