Being Bobbi: Christmas is "the ticket"

Here's the view from our room in Denver. Down below is our car with a $25 parking ticket. "Who'd give a parking ticket on Christmas?"

Kelly having breakfast in the lobby of the hotel while I got coffee. Some guy walked by and told her she had great hair. It made her day: shortlived.

Here is our token picture in the lobby before we leave (and find the parking ticket on the car).

A windy rest stop in Colorado. Robby is facinated with tumble weeds. When Kelly and I were in our restroom, we heard Robby come in, " I am scared. Do you mind if I come in here with you?"

Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday to you, Kelly! Here's a little gift from the state of Colorado. 4 more demerits and she'll lose her license in Colorado. The cops parting comment was to slow down because the nearest hospital is 40 miles away and they won't airlift unless they know you'll survive. Kelly said he wouldn't call airlift for her. Robby thought he had good chance since he told the officer Merry Christmas. I told them from the back seat, there would be no need for airlift: the chains and first aid kit flying forward would decapitate me, the lap belt would disect me. All that would be left in the seat would be my hips and legs. Robby said he would sew me together for the funeral. (I said I was glad or my tombstone would read "Rest in Pieces". )Kelly said she'd do my hair and makeup...and I'd have big hair. Robby then said they should dress me in a clown suit so my funeral wouldn't be so sad.

Robby and I were bored at a rest stop in Kansas. It was between rest stops Robby was regaling us with stories of survival how if your parents are killed in a car accident and you need to survive, eat your mother's thighs. Kelly said she could live for three weeks before she had to dig into her mom's thighs. He also said something about setting the car on fire, but not to cook me on that one, as there would be carcinogens...I reminded them I'd be easy to handle in my three parts. They could just put my torso in the snow for later.

The spot to my right, was a big puddle. Robby was setting up the timer and rushing to get into the picture. I was hoping he wouldn't notice the puddle. He didn't. But that picture didn't turn out, but the memory is priceless: Robby, forever the camera hound, flew into the picture and with his best model smile pasted on his face said through clinched teeth..."I'm in a wet spot."

Robby took this. It's beautiful. Here it is again for your enjoyment.

Oops, I don't know how to delete. Duplicates of Robby's shots.

Remember I mentioned Robby's delight of tumbleweeds? He was in the backseat on the phone to a friend and was telling him about the tumble weeds being amazing with stickers on them protect them predators. Kelly said tumble weeds don't have predators...When cows attack.

Damn it! Prairie Dog Town was closed! It boasted a cow with six legs and the world's largest prairie dog!!!!!!! For miles there were teaser bilboards taunting us with the critters.
As you can see, we really cover ground, and this is the only tourist attraction we tried to visit.

Mostly we see rest areas. Kansas has their's every 30 miles. Also, Kansas has adult bookstores/gas stations open on Christmas.

Oops, this is out of order. It's 1 am. We arrived at the hotel at 11pm. Our first assigned room had one queen sized bed. This is our second room...looked to us like it hadn't been cleaned. I didn't download all the pictures Robby took of the room. Finally we got a clean room with two double beds and found the laundry room, so Kelly and I are waiting for the dryer. Robby went upstairs.

Damn it, they have pet areas for a reason.

Yes, those are my pajamas. We looked all around the hotel before we found these. I am now in the computer area just off the lobby in the same outfit. :)