|HIM with the big weapon.|
(I know. I posted it on Facebook, too. I couldn't
|We didn't spend ALL of our time at|
Fort Pickens, but based on photographs, it
seems like it.
Cressy would not get inside the cannon. Plus
there was a sign that said no climbing
on the cannons.
Keep off gun.
They forgot "the".
I'm a writer so I can
criticize someone else's grammar.
People do it to me ALL the time.
|This is one of the tunnels at Fort Pickens.|
I like this picture.
You can't actually stay still too
long at Fort Pickens or
the ants will carry you away.
|Here's where I was wishing I was.|
With the Kahlua gods.
|I had Cressy act out my feelings of|
Also Geronimo might have been
locked up here.
There was probably a sign that said
where he was really locked up but
I was too busy doing the
avoid-the-ants dance to
read all the signs there.
|This is where Cressy really wanted to |
be. No, really she wanted to be
at the pool.
See, she still has the concentration camp
|We stopped to eat lunch at Crabs.|
Also to buy stuff at Crabs.
HIM had to wear his reading glasses
over his sunglasses, reminding
me how sexy he really is.
|After lunch was more sand in the pantsies.|
(Not an actually picture from Pensacola Beach
but remember I didn't take my droid
on the beach because I like having
my droid non-sea-watered and
non-sandied.) (I love making up words.)
|So we drove home the next day|
and saw an old truck in a truck.
This was a plant nursery.
I don't know what it means.
Maybe they grow trucks there.
I made HIM turn around and go
back to take this picture.
|And the next day after we got home,|
it rained so much the garage flooded.
It's karma, I think.