We're going on a hayride. (But I think it should be called a straw ride since we are all sitting on straw!) Raise your arms and lean forward and we will get the wagon thru the muddy waters. Our traveling companions on the ride was a group of mothers with children in tow from a preschool in Gainesville, Virginia.First flick is the sunny and exciting beginning of our ride.
Second flick is the dark and spooky ending of our ride.
Before we take our hayride I want to let the Washington D.C. metro area know that the Russians are coming. The Russians are coming. They will be arriving tonight at the Comfort Inn in Manassas. Jack and I plan to meet with the Russians Friday morning at the Golden Corral for breakfast at 6:45 A.M.
5 comments:
Joann: Straw ride doesn't sound like a as fun a ride as hay ride. I do admit the hay is softer.
Gee, the Russians eat early!
Hayride sounds like fun. Night time hayride is more fun than daytime. Looks like everyone was enjoying themselves.
We have not been on a hayride since we were belled about 53 years ago. And that was in a truck.
This was my first hayride since I went to the Pumpkin Show in Bradford, Ohio when I was in high school Alfred Alexander's old truck.
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