After that we had a slightly rough drive home (went to Hungry Howies, discovered it was out of business, every other pizza store was twice the price, so we picked up some pizza and other groceries at Wal-Mart on the way back), and so it took us about an hour and a half to get home, not just one hour. Yeah, our campground isn't exactly close to anything around here, but it's the best we could get. Oh, and here's some pictures (be sure to click on them for the captions!):
Speaking of my mom's ideas, she was struck by an ingenious plan while we were walking to the Water Tower Place. We passed by two men just as one was saying, "So I went back, and I was determined to marry that girl!" Mom and I looked at each other and laughed.
"But I wanted to hear the rest of the story!" Mom said. "Oh, you know what we should do? We can be walking by someone, and then we could say something really intriguing, like that guy just did."
"OK," I agreed. "Ummm..." We saw a man standing next to a building up ahead. Mom urged me to think of something. As we were passing him, I hastily asked Mom, "So, uh, where do you think we should go after London?"
Mom, holding back laughter, replied, "I think we should go to South Africa. That's where Dad and I went for our honeymoon, and we got that diamond."
"Oh, really?" I said. So we were done, right? Nope. The guy that was standing there by the building decided he had to go where we were going...so he started walking right behind us!! We had to continue our conversation. "Isn't that where you bought that purse as well?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's right," Mom said. We were both trying to muffle our laughter, trying desperately to think of the next line. Unfortunately, we discovered that laughing sometimes blocks your brain from functioning properly...such as trying to talk. Eventually we stopped walking to decide where to go, and thankfully the man passed us and started walking up some steps to a higher street. Unthankfully, at that moment it dawned on us that we had to go up those steps, too. Still laughing hysterically, we followed the man up the steps, where he could hear our conversation even better. I don't exactly know what happened then, but when we reached the top there was a massive crowd. So we slunk away with our tails between our legs, laughing over our miserably failed attempt.
Maybe God was trying to tell us something. You decide...but we're already plotting next attack on some unsuspecting victim. This time, though, we'll make sure that they're actually walking in the opposite direction!