Sunday, 01 August 2010
I loved scavenger hunts when I was young. We had the most cooperative friendly neighbors. So much so, we had to impose the rule that you could only get one item per house visited. Otherwise, we'd have gotten everything from Mrs. White or Mrs. Harrell.
Hareton has offered up a scavenger hunt for photos and it brought back those fantastic memories of running up and down the hood, yelling to each other to spread out in order to cover more territory so we could beat the other groups doing exactly the same thing. This hunt wasn't frenzied or full of yells and giggles, but I did try to do it all in good fun and hey, that's what adds a lift to the day.
My State and No, I'm not Marie. We'll find her though. She's somewhere in California.
Money. Many ways to use the stuff. hahaha?
Western. You can ride more than a horse, you know.
Nothing...left to walk for?
Missing...the only thing missing is YOU.
Weapon...Humor is my weapon of choice.
The Letter A...Can you find it? hehehe?
Puff. We called her scooter puff as a baby. I know, I'm reachin here. (wink wink)
Palm. It tickles too.
Ownership - MINE
Label - "Dizzy Blonde" (I have a post coming with this one)
Can this count for Wrong too?
Let's see...I missed vending machine and water tower. Mrs. White and Mrs. Harrell didn't have any of those.
Oh yeah...just throwing it in because...yeah.