Karli and I are off on our crazy adventure to meet the ladies.
She wore a cheese hat following our cheese tour in Washington.
A woman in Albertsons called Karli and I “girls,” setting us up for a weekend of giddy glee.
We ate lunch in a dark restaurant when the power went out in Oregon.
Our gas was pumped by others.
We sang the entire Les Miserables soundrack at the top of our lungs.
Dinner was raucous in a corner booth in DOWN TOWN BOISE. WOOT!
Wild dancing has occurred.
Our hotel rooms are in the middle of a massive group of prom celebrators.
The talking, the gabbing, the hugging, the interrupting, the LOVE! More to come.
The big group gets together tomorrow. Yippee.
P.S. WE GOT THE HOUSE. Cross your fingers that the inspector finds anything wrong if it is wrong. And cross your fingers that there’s nothing wrong.