Dinner, the Lufthansa Senator Lounge, November 2004, probably Frankfurt. The sausages were pretty good, but nothing ever really tastes good in an airport.
Now fun travel, that involves family. #1 son in Biarritz, France, August 1997. You can tell he's better looking than I was, even before I wore all the cute off.
His shoe was off because he stepped in some merde de chien, and we had to clean it. Maybe this isn't "glamorous" travel, but I'll take it any day.
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Sounds like you need some shootie goodness to balance things out...
:)
Gonna miss the gun show this weekend, but going on road trip with #2 son. All in all, it's a win!
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