Oh stop...Really, that's the Grandy Hubby's rear...He never reads my blog so he doesn't know that I just posted his cute hiney on my blog. Scroll down now...nothing to see here.... really.
Actually, there will be a special place for me in Hell for me someday, simply based on the fact that I was trying to catch a picture of a real McCracken. It was B.A.D. and so was I. He showed crack even before he bent over.
Wait...what's this? A native exhibiting signs of lunacy by donning the tribal glass beads.
There's a rare picture of Grandy, sitting next to her dear friend "E". Dang it girl...you need to look at the camera next time. She was also enthralled with all the glass around.
For the record, we didn't keep any of the glass...we just enjoyed finding all the colors. It's kind of like a different kind of treasure hunt. It truly was a treasure hunt day because the small town nearby even had a Starbucks. See my little java there?