Sometimes, I think I should have named her Murphy.
We enjoyed peace and quiet, golfing and shopping. I'll give you one guess who golfed and who shopped. I do not chase the little white ball. I have scads of better ways to waste my time...
We had dinner in Acme. Not to be confused with Acne. I did not see the cartoon weaponry and munitions plant, but it has to be there somewhere.
We also drove to (almost) the top of the Leelenau Peninsula and watched the sun set. It was pretty cool. My husband is full of useless trivia regarding all things astronomy so I learned why the sun looks orange and why the sun appears to move more quickly once it's close to the horizon. I promptly forgot, so don't ask.
The park where we watched, was named after Mr. Peterson. Who was buried there. I found that a little peculiar, but peculiar can pretty much be counted on when you're that far from civilization.
And now the laundry beckons, so I release you from the cruel and unusual punishment that is reading this pointless blog post.
My apologies...
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