Now, on to the boys' trip. Bob and Caleb went two weekends ago to see the church history sites around Nauvoo, as well as the Arch and the Zoo. They flew into St. Louis, Missouri, stayed in a hotel in Iowa, and Nauvoo's in Illinois. And not a single spoon did they bring me back, and I might add, I don't have a spoon from Iowa or Missouri.
When they returned, they brought back a Nauvoo brick, some rope which they had made, a tiny horsehoe, some acorns, and about three hundred pictures. For four days! Not that I could really do the good-mother/wife thing and admire all of their trophies, since I was still somewhat sick...and really grumpy. But that's beside the point.
Tonight, I sat down and really looked at their pics with my new software. Truly, a male point of view is reflected therein, as you will see.
We've got predators.
We've got weapons.
And we've got vehicles.
And let us not forget this one last means of transportation. Bob swears it was truly life threatening. The ox (allegedly) was determined to have at him with his horn, which is why Bob is manfully restraining him. And see my brave boy there on the right--he's not even afraid of such stubborn, malicious animals! Why, my son's even so relaxed, he's got a hand in his pocket!
Ok, to be fair to my menfolk: they did bring me home some pictures of flowers (why don't things bloom like this here in Oklahoma? we're not that far from Illinois)....
And they brought me some pictures of dishes...
Apparently, these are Lucy Mack Smith's china dishes, that survived all the moving around and traveling hither and yon in the days of jolting wagons and no styrofoam peanuts. So, I ask of you, how is it that my Corelle-wear can't make it from one side of my kitchen to the other intact?
Now here's what I'm talkin' about--my kind of dishes!
Ok, you're right. I have indeed saved all of my favorite pictures, as well as my kinder captions, for tomorrow. Until then....
