Day-tripping... or Dude, where's my lunch?

It was a beautiful Sunday morning in NE Florida, and Kimber and I had plans. Big plans. She needed some fleece. Some fiber. Some unspun yarn. I needed, well I needed nothing. But I love a good gabfest disguised as a roadtrip. We set off around 11am, and headed to Brown Dynasty Alpacas. She had a mini Mountain Dew, I had a Diet Coke, we had Carmen the Garmin.

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And then we arrived at the Alpaca homestead and were treated to cuteness like Stormy...

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And these guys...

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We weren't allowed in the gate with the girls. And the girls, especially Shirley shown below, were not happy with us fraternizing with their fellows. She even threatened to spit on us!

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This is Shirley's daughter. Love those buck teeth!

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Then Kimber and I decided to make a small-ish side trip, because Gainesville is *so* on the way home. This is one of the many trees we passed, I think Kimber might have been driving a wee bit fast.

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And wait, here is a lovely um, well, we think it's a prison. Yeah.

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By the time we got to Hanks, we decided to forgo lunch in lieu of yarn-shopping. This was a big mistake. Shoot, I didn't take any pictures at Hanks. I did however take a picture of the lovely yarn that begged to come home with me. I see cables in it's future, don't you?

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Speaking of big mistakes, this is what poor Kimber looks like when we forgo lunch til past 3pm...

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Oh and this is my best hungry self-portrait. Not nearly as cute.

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And just in case 3 million pictures was not enough. We'll conclude this day-tripping tale with proof that I am the coolest mom ever. In case there was any doubt.

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It's an i-cord Indiana Jones bullwhip. Yeah, I rock.