Warm tea in one hand. Scrolling mouse in the other, I looked at photos of other people being sunburnt and sweaty all day.
Other than taking Little Richards’ temperature with my flash, girlish laughter was had through hotel antics. Gala and I frankenstein-ed digital photography by attaching my Canon flash to her Nikon camera (photo evidence will prove that Nikon is not my friend). In my typical sweet toothed hobo fashion I left with tons travel Nutella packets. And on the cab ride home I was given well needed spoken tour of my neighborhood from Fred!
As if this wasn’t a joy enough, I also got a large bump from a link to my blog! Hi! I don’t know if Galas friends are as perverted as I am, so let me just re-warn you, new comer. Every Tuesday I like to have a reason to put up photos of happy topless ladies with real knockers and interesting photography.
The Sleeper family lives 45 ft below a forest, in the pit of a 1930s sandstone mine near the Mississippi River.
It took 5 years for the home to be constructed. And while the family waited the live in the cave, they were living in tents.
They had to build a ceiling over the kitchen in order to insure that sad didn’t get into their food.
A section of the house was used as an ice skating rink in the 1950s. but is now used as a room for their kids to use their skateboards. Just skateboarding in your cave…waiting for the laundry to finish. No big deal.
I always say how much i want to crawl up under a rock and die. I think I found the perfect rock.
I bet that horn sounds as crisp as my sarcasm would if I were to say something like
“I bet that sounds amazing, in that open space”