"N"ot sure what to title this one

I admit it. My creative juices are running dry. We don't have internet in our rooms in Branson (the hotel's internet has been broken awhile), so it is a nightly ritual to come up to the front porch of my hotel and borrow it from the neighboring Comfort Inn. Not having internet all the time somewhat prevents being able to create amazing entries when they come to me. I've also forgotten to take pictures of funny things lately. For example, yesterday. I rode a mechanical bull. I flew through the air on a barn swing (can I say make me want to throw up). I ate around a camp fire. All cool things. No pictures. Would've been a great entry though.

So in short, I'm going to work on getting more pictures.

I will leave you with a short story though...
Once upon a time, a girl named Katie said yes to driving two guys to a laundry mat. She thought they might know where they were going, but they didn't and neither did she. They turned around in circles, laughed a lot and finally decided to ask for directions. Her good friend S went into a gas station to ask for directions, and what did he come out with but a chili dog. Katie laughed hysterically as she wondered to herself, "Who goes in to ask for directions and comes out with a gas station chili dog?" Ok, maybe she verbalized this question as well. Well good 'ol S got the directions, as she, S, and P (names changed for the privacy of the guys) finally made it to Ye Old Wash House. They washed their clothes, talked to a man who plays any instrument possible, sweat in the nonAC working place, and then what felt like 18 hours later made it back to the Honeysuckle Inn, not getting lost on the way home. It was quite the adventure, if she must say so herself.
THE END.