Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Here's Foster living it up in the luxurious, fluffy, down blankets.
Foster and I on the Trolly. He love it until they told us that it was the wrong one and that we would have to go to the next stop, which turned into like 3 stops later. He was highly dissapointed that the side of the trolly said that it went to hyde city, but that the driver said that it was wrong. The poor kid couldn't understand why it would say something like that and then not actually go there. So all in all, he's very dissapointed with the trolly system.
this is the back side of our Hotel. We are the ones on the very top, and over to the right. Scary, I know.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am sure Dad is pleased with his "top floor" room. He never likes that I want a lower floor. I always feel like the whole room is moving.
The picture of you and Foster on the trolley is good. Thanks.
Love you.
Mom

Happy Girl said...

Yes, he was happy. He named off a bunch of reasons that made the top so much better, but going down 27 floors when every one is leaving their rooms to go out for the evening doesn't support his theory very well. :-)