We have fun wherever we go

Well I am completely exhausted. We got back yesterday from Callaway Gardens, so much fun. We spent the first few hours on bikes. This was a major feat for me because my husband is not one for non-motorized activity.



He knocked me off the road a dozen times. He couldn't help it, though. Have you ever been in a tight area with a woman with a really big butt? That's kind of what it was like. Since it's in the back she kind of forgets that she has this massive rear because the rest of her is small in proportion, you know, to the butt. Then in one fell swoop she makes a sudden turn and wham! Your a goner. She takes you out. That's how the bike was.

The next day was golf, though, so that made up for him having to do physical activity. Now I'm not one to nitpick, but we had the bikes for two hours. Golf took four. Like I said, I'm not one to nitpick, but I'm just saying.



Thank goodness we had this super nice room.



Yeah, you're right. It does look like that sketchy motel on the side of the road that's always getting busted for meth labs and hookers. Surprisingly, it's not at all what it looked like online. They must have just made a mistake, bless their hearts. I'll just walk down the sidewalk and ask the two guys that have been sitting outside their door in camping chairs drinking beer all day. I bet they can clear things up.

Here's what they meant by "garden view":



Wait. I'm not being fair.



Look! There! To the left! It's a bush! Bushes are parts of gardens.

Just FYI, "garden view" was the best view they offered.

They did have a playground. Just because it happened to be a conglomeration of antique, rusty dangerousness does not make it less of a playground. I would love to have a picture, but we were laughing so hard, I couldn't get one. Seriously, I am laughing right now.


(This is a pretty good likeness)

Schyler tried about ten different positions on the slide, all to no avail. It was unslidable. At one point Brandon had to reach out and grab her feet to keep them from flipping over her head because the metal slide was about straight up and down. She was giving the ol' head first a try, but still didn't work. Just made her feet flop over. Nothing but the sound of bare skin screeching against good hot metal.

Another good one was something that resembled a yoga position. She was in a perfect "V" shape with her hands and feet straight up in the air. That was an attempt to not have any exposed skin touching, only the nicely covered and adequately protected rump. It was a no go.

Brandon made such a deep observation, "Sometimes it's not about where you stay (thank goodness), it's about who you stay with." No doubt. Could those two have any better company?