Geocaching here we come. Eggnogbelly is back. With two easy-sleasy caches in hand we set out to...utterly fail at both. Man I feel low. Can't even find two measly little caches. I used to walk miles from the hotels on overnights risking getting knifed in the ghetto just to score a find. What will my children think of me..."a caching quitter?" Oh snap, we must overcome this setback.
We'll have to blame it on the rain (like Milli Vanilli). I took out my frustrations on Bryson by barely beating him in Ping Pong outdoors at Avon park.
On a side note Heather took Mr. It (AKA Bryson) to the art museum today. A bunch of college girls took this pic... I think it was killing him....but he made it through.
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