As Heard At Our House™, Thanksgiving edition

[holding cat]  Tucker just became intestinally-comfortable.
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Okay, that's two bottles of wine for the party, two bottles for Thanksgiving, one bottle for us ... that's almost $10 worth of wine!


We wish you all sort of comforts for the body and spirit.

Roxi and Annie

Apropos of something

I was featured as a guest blogger on RV-Dreamers :):):):  !  Sort of.  Really, I was a guest I.M. Vayne.


As Heard at Our House™:

Me: laughing about song with cat pooping in box

Annie:  "... we poop in a box."


I can't stop watching this.  The endless loop is not my friend.

Free US Forest Service days, plus bonus content.

Check it out, and go hug a tree.  Most national forests are always fee-free;  a few are not.

Still no rain in these parts.  Pidge, I'm on my way to see if there are any falls at Falling Creek.  I peered over the bridge at the creek, and saw only -bed.

We sleep about 11 hours a night, and that does not seem right.  It feels great, and that just raises my suspicions higher.  I took my blood pressure at one of those pharmacy booths, and it said OMG stop taking your meds!  but I don't take any.

Tomorrow we'll travel into Jacksonville Beach, Home of the Ocean.  Also home of my oldest (high school!) friend, Tammy, who will get me to stop taking myself so seriously.

St. Augustine, 2010, not on vacation

Me:  Is it hot?

Tammy:  [odd look]  Roxi,  ARE YOU HOT?

Nicole emailed yesterday and congratulated us on "much needed" relaxation.  She even used the quotation marks.  I think she and Darlene need to plan a trip to the Panhandle so we can all soak up some Gulf water and pretend BP never existed, for a while.  

As Heard in Our Pool:

So, you believe in the Chupacabra?

I didn't say I believe in it.  Just that it's plausible that there are still undocumented species.

So, you believe in Atlantis?

That's just stupid.

This post about bloodsucking brought to you by C&M Tobacco.

[I'm sucking the life out of their signal.]

This is our third day at the Dick Cross Wildlife Management Area on the Virginia/North Carolina border, where the official animal is the tick.  The CDC tell us that doxycycline is good for what ails, when you're on the tick trails.  The cats are inside for the duration, even though they're Frontlined out the wazoo.  What?  Between the shoulder blades?  You Frontline your cats your way, I'll Frontline mine.

 






Roanoke River   














   















As Heard At Our House™:

Duck 1:  I prefer the Lone Star tick to these little deer ticks.

Duck 2:  Now we're choosing our favorite tick.

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Nature is brutal.  It's tick or be ticked.  It's a tick-suck-tick world.

Our first couple of days out we were feeling rushed and harried.  Walmart at night is fine, but it's really not what we were after.  The Northeast is tough for finding boondocking sites that are pleasant and scenic and not just Save Money, Live Better.  A little research and we found this spot, almost devoid of people (the others had been drained of their blood and dragged off for compost).  I feel like this is what we were looking for (A pint of A+ for me, and one for the lady!).

Gratuitous photos from the road: