Living in Texas Means Every Now & Then Someone Throws a Dead Alligator Head in the Back of your Stepdaughter's Truck. Apparently.
Saturday, June 11, 2011Living in Texas means that every now and then someone throws (or gently places - who can really tell about these things?) the head of a dead alligator into your stepdaughter's truck.
Unfortunately, being me means that you accidentally delete all the dead alligator head pictures and then accidentally drop your debit card down inside the door of your mother-in-law's car...oh wait...that would be ME that does all that! Not you.
In any case, this week I took pictures of a dead alligator head, accidentally deleted the pictures AND dropped my debit card down into the door of my mother-in-law's car. So I feel like I've accomplished quite a bit on my first full week of summer break, if I do say so myself.
With all that going on, I didn't even have time to call Chuck Schumer:
Or any of the hundreds upon hundreds of other people who insult Houston each day. I mean, I'm sure there are more than you can shake a stick at. Houston's just not that popular.
I'm just going to save my calories for better beer.
OK! I admit it! I don't remember ever having tried Miller Genuine Draft! But I'm sure it's fantastic. It says so right on this truck!
And also, I'm not a beer snob. Well, at least, not that much.
Anyway, here are some more Israel pictures. All of these are from when we stayed with our cousins at the Deganya kibbutz.
The entrance to Deganya Bet:
Deganya Alef zoo:
I forgot I did take pictures of a death sign or two. This time it's death by fertilizer:
There were a bunch of bomb shelters:
And, of course, a chocolate factory:
More later - have a great weekend!