The first stop the WOMAN insisted on was a nice little restaurant in Idaho - Buddy's. She had gone on and on about the ambience there. Dingy walls, dingy carpet, uneven floors. Yeah, right. It's all nice with tile floors and murals on the walls. And the floors were not uneven at all.
At least the salad was as stinky as promised. Yummmm!
Next stop (talk about tiny bladders!): Hell's Half Acre! The REAL "Happiest Place on Earth" ... almost like coming home.
Yikes! Hope the BOY doesn't drop me ... again.
Ahhhhhhhh! Sage brush! Miles and miles of sage brush! And lava. And snakes.
This whole "togetherness" thing is highly overrated. I need a drink.
That's better! (Who you calling a Sissystraw Sucker?)
Don't make me sic the OLD MAN on you! He'll kick your flatulent arse from here to Tuesday!
WTF!?! Shyah! Bite me and my $10!
Day 2 started off with a bang of a breakfast at Jill's Place in St. Agony ... er, St. Anthony ... Idaho, where I ate NOTHING. That's right. No food for Cranky Man. The people just sat there eating eggs and bacon and pancakes and hashbrowns right in front of me. They didn't even offer me so much as a cup of coffee. Well, they can just bite me with their cholesterol clogged arteries.
Now, THAT's a big nest! Go, Osprey! 
Isn't it weird how sometimes, when you don't have to go, the sound of burbling water suddenly makes you have to go? I'm doing the pee-pee dance here, people! Gargh!
Aaaaahhhhhhhh! That's better.
Where was I on the afternoon in question? Here, dammit! Where the hell were you?
And then I was here watching the rude BOY eat pizza in front of me ... again.
And then I was here, NOT littering because only donkey holes and frog farts litter.
Our final morning started off godawful early. "For the benefit and enjoyment" of my freckled fanny! Once again I say, "Bite me."
What the hell is this kid's problem?
At least this time they let me order something to eat. Let's see ... burned buffalo burger or garden salad? Hmmmm ...
No photo of our arrival back home. It was late and the MAN made me do the last couple hours of driving. Ungrateful, lazy sumbeetch.
