We went on a walk tonight after dinner. It was so gorgeous outside. The kids were snug in the stroller, both sucking their thumbs, both holding on to their blankies. Jack actually feel asleep. THEN, then, it began to POUR. Luckily we were just a hundred and a half meter dash away from my Uncle Mark's house and his garage was open. We slipped into the garage, but Heath said don't knock or anything because the rain was going to pass soon and he didn't want to get the kids out of the stroller. Next thing you know, Heath is looking around the corner of the garage to see if he can see anyone inside, and my 4 year year old cousin was coming out the door. She saw him, shut the door, and ran. Then, a second later, Anette opens the door the the garage. OK, so what would you do if you walked out into your garage and there were people standing there in the dark? I am pretty sure that we scared the BG's out of them. I felt so silly. And it ended up raining for so long that we had to get a ride home.
8.14.2008
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Alison and I got caught walking back to our hotel from a restaurant on our honeymoon (we didn't want to spend $$$ on a cab)in a genuine Florida thunderstorm. We were soaking wet when a car passes and then stops and puts on its brake lights. When it goes into reverse it started beeping,...we were cracking up. The guy rolls down his window and asks if we'd like a ride. Like any good, cautious people we said, "of course!"
We get into this guys Lexus sopping wet and he drove us back to our hotel. We'll have to tell about our other honeymoon hitch-hiking story some other time.
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