For the President's Day Holiday, we ventured down south for a little sunshine. January is depressing enough, but it seems like mother nature always agrees with us and seals our little valley of happiness in a grey, smoggy, nasty haze from December 26th to March 1st. Very blahh.
This sums up our vacation very nicely. Lots of playgrounds. Yes, we do have them here, but apparently not only is the grass greener, but the slides are, in fact, slipperier on the other side. We didn't do Zion's, no jaunts to Vegas or Mesquite for a $.99 all you can eat prime rib dinner. It was a quiet, slow, great weekend.
What vacation would be complete without a corndog the length of your arm? This was the real deal folks, dipped and fried while you wait. And The Guy ate every crumb.
No fathers were harmed in the making of this photo. I didn't think my dad had this in him. There's certainly something to that Dixie air.