Armed with two five dollar bills in my wallet, we hit the road for Shreveport. I did not expect a good trip but with the promise of a five dollar bill on the other end of our trip the big guys were so much better than I ever expected. And five dollars more on the way home and it wasn't a bad drive either. Connor did however lose his second five at Roscoe. He just couldn't take it anymore. There was a lot of swimming and sunning, Connor learned to swim without floaties or a life jacket.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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