Drunk on Sunshine
Our first afternoon in San Diego:
One of us may or may not have sung “My Old Kentucky Home” off key whenever approaching the car. The entire trip.
And PS, look who has poor motor skills. I was supposed to be giving two thumbs up there. Not sure what happened to my left hand. Maybe it was my subconscious being snobby about a Chevy from Kentucky. Who knows what goes on in the mind of Juice?
After lunch at C Level we went out to Point Loma and the Cabrillo Monument.
Notice how KK’s boots and jeans are wet? That was the rogue wave.
Meanwhile, KK discovered a new attraction.
And I amused myself.
I’m not sure why we needed this picture of KK peeping from behind a rock. But doesn’t it somehow look like a turkey?
I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. We made a spectacle of ourselves. Funnier still, we were stone cold sober. I think we were just drunk on sunshine.