So here I am, still posting about Mexico because, frankly, I have no other material. Above is one of my many attempts to squeeze into a tiny toob. Hey, I may be wearing a lip sombrero, but my arm got totally shacked and my hand is still claiming it.
Stop, drop, and roll.
Our housekeeper hid the key to the front door, then left a big note on the front door telling us where the key was. Under the mat.
Oops. She wasn't going to make the section... uh... yeah. This serves a a permanent reminder not to get pissed when people accidentally drop in on me. The expression on her face says it all: "Oh no he di-in't!" Trust me, her wave count was still higher than anyone else out that day. My most embarrassing shot ever.
We drove about 50 miles and when we got out of our car, realized that the back straps had come undone on our boards. This is how we found them...
The "O" face.