WELL, WELL. we are finally departing on our big ole' road trip.
we've been without a home computer, so posts have been slim...
check back in a few weeks for some updates from our travels!
4.28.2008
4.07.2008
happy 4 years



bob and i celebrated our 4 year anniversary last friday and my morning started with a "fishy" note...much like the scone massacre that he used to ask me to marry him. the week prior was full of adventure with his sister Julia's visit, lots of eating things of a fried nature, drinking things of a malted and yeasted nature and just plain chooching about enjoying her company. by the time our anniversary rolled around we were ready to crawl into bed on a rainy PNW day and enjoy some favorite cheeses, wines & stuffs.
thank you easter bunny
marshmellow egg that was stuffed inside a plastic egg ~ plasticy!
mom larson sent along a tasty basket this year with Julia when she came to visit. I had to quickly call dibs on the york peppermint patties, Julia enjoyed picking out the jelly beans and well, bob got the rest. Actually, the bunny ended up at the Port Townsend Rigging Shop with a bag full of Mac Dad Bagels. 
bobby hates bunnies
"especially those little white ones"- strangers with candy
whistling oyster
Rush : 2112






hey, can i change my kid's BUTT in here?
as oppossed to vegetable taco at a tavern?


whistling oyster in Quilcene, Wa is the quintessential tavern to enjoy post backpacking beers, all things fried and some serious shuffle board...seriously!
if you even waddle within close proximity of a board with your sweaty brew, you'll get a shout out warning from the bar tender to back the "eff" up.
The owner (who i have yet to see) boasts some hefty pride in his boards and i can see why. And oh yea, even my dad could find a bit of Quincy tucked away in this gem...top of the menu, fried gizzards. ummmmm, mmmmmmm.






hey, can i change my kid's BUTT in here?
as oppossed to vegetable taco at a tavern?

whistling oyster in Quilcene, Wa is the quintessential tavern to enjoy post backpacking beers, all things fried and some serious shuffle board...seriously!
if you even waddle within close proximity of a board with your sweaty brew, you'll get a shout out warning from the bar tender to back the "eff" up.
The owner (who i have yet to see) boasts some hefty pride in his boards and i can see why. And oh yea, even my dad could find a bit of Quincy tucked away in this gem...top of the menu, fried gizzards. ummmmm, mmmmmmm.
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