...Part The Second

On Monday we went to Old Town. Our kids weren't happy about it; they wanted to stay at the hotel and watch tv. We decided they were being too whiney, so we threatened them with the Old Town jail



Pioneer children sang as they walked and walked and sat in the wagon and whined -- oh wait...


I have three boys -- of course they're going to go for the cannon. According to O, they shot twenty hundred, fifty three thousand million people. Thanks for keeping us safe, boys!


We drove to the San Diego LDS Temple. It was closed for remodel/cleaning so we just walked up the sidewalk, looked at it, and then got back in the van and went to the hotel. Can we say, "What up, H?"

My poor whitey husband. He slathered himself with sunscreen, waited the appropriate amount of time before going out in the sun, waited even longer before going in the water, and still got sunburned. It may have something to do with all the monkeys clinging to him in the pool, thus wiping all the sunscreen off him. Or he's just really white. His sunburns hurt for days and then they itch. My sunburns, if they can even be called that, are slightly tender for about 4 hours. I need to write myself an instruction manual on the care of whitey husbands.