Photo 12.07.12: Honeymoon #2

After eloping in Vegas, it seemed only proper to go on another honeymoon.  So we flew to FL and hopped on a cruise to the Bahamas.  With a bunch of family and friends.  Okay...let's just call it a vacation because it would be kinda weird to honeymoon with the fam.  Yep...awkwardly weird.

Las Vegas Foliage

Hummmm...

I'm sure Dr. Reefer must be a horticulturist with a Ph.D.

I mean...what other possible explanation could there be?!

Whatever it is...don't feed it!

Driving along Red Rock Canyon...we see a sign:

DO NOT FEED WILD HORSES AND BURROS $500 FINE

Me: What's a burro???

Hubby: What...there's wild horses???

And then a little while later...

Hubby: Look! Wild Horses.

Me: Ummmm no. But I think you solved my burro question.

Viva Las Vegas!

We eloped. 

In Vegas.

With Elvis.

Part 3: Housewife in a .......

Another stalker!  
There's a pattern developing here....
Part 1:  Stalker #1-3
Part 2:  Stalker #4.

I'm at the coffee shop writing, trying to get some work done, dusting the cobwebs off this little 'ol blog.  Again...minding my own business.  Why can't other people just learn to do the same?!?!

Then the guy next to me starts up a conversation.  Of course.  Just my luck.  He's either a really strange chatty fellow or it's the worst pick up line ever.



Stalker #5
Mr. Coffee Shop Man:  Do people here (meaning Minnesotans) call 'em sweet potatoes or yams?

(Huhhhh??????  Seriously...my brain took a trip around the block to process that question.  Did I really hear him correctly...sweet potato or yam?  What the......well okay...strange question but I'll play along and see where this goes....)

Me:  Both.  I'm not a tuber expert but they are actually different plants.

Mr. Coffee Shop Man:  Well I grew a HUGE sweet potato the size of a bowling pin.  Wanna see it?  I can show you a picture of it on my Facebook page.....

Me:  Ummmmm.  No thank you!

That's when I quickly grabbed my headphones and put 'em on!  I see where this creepy conversation is going.....NO...I also do not want to see the banana hiding in your pocket and NO we cannot be Facebook friends!  

And that is why my parents taught me never to speak to strangers.  Apparently there's no statute of limitations on that rule.  Next time...I'm yelling STRANGER DANGER!!!