On the way home from Omaha, we did manage to get a flat tire about 30 miles outside St. Louis on I-70. This was not fun. All the cars just whiz on by going 80mph. Do you think anyone stopped to help? No. We had to call a highway patrolman because the jack handle was stripped after a few turns, and we had to borrow his. Hopefully Ford will replace the handle with a better designed one. I didn't get any pictures of this because I was busy helping my Dad with the tire.
I love my floppy girly hat!!
This is the life. I sit here all day and pick my toe jam and eat it while people watch me. No lie, this gorilla was picking its toe jam and eating it as I took this picture. At least now I know where Mike gets it from (tee hee- that's a joke)
No zoo trip is complete without a ride on the carousel.
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