Morticia
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Well, of course I know they're ALL strange cars in the driveway.
Bear with me, there's a story...
So, I'm standing on my corner yakking with my friend and a car slows down as if it is going to stop (and ask directions or something). Car keeps going and turns around at my neighbor's and comes back. They stop on the street and my friend & I figure we should get out of the roadway in case they want to turn in here.
Car goes in the parking lot and they sit there. And sit there. No one gets out. OK, I say bye to my friend and head over. The guy rolls down the window and I ask if I can help.
They were here 13 years ago for their honeymoon. Now have 2 kids. Driving around to all the places they went on their honeymoon (subjecting kids to this, ugh).
They want to know if it's ok to take pix. Heck, c'mon in the house! They take pix in the room they had 13 years ago (which is, OF COURSE, the one room I am totally stripping today!!!), take more pix outside (I take pix of all of them outside) and head on their way.
I tell them children are welcome as the kids keep saying, 'You stayed in someone's HOUSE? Why'd you do that?' He say, 'Once they're grown we'll be back...'
Sent them off with a notecard picture of the inn for their scrapbook. (She asked if I sold them. Rats, should have sold her some coffee mugs. Dang.)

So, I'm standing on my corner yakking with my friend and a car slows down as if it is going to stop (and ask directions or something). Car keeps going and turns around at my neighbor's and comes back. They stop on the street and my friend & I figure we should get out of the roadway in case they want to turn in here.
Car goes in the parking lot and they sit there. And sit there. No one gets out. OK, I say bye to my friend and head over. The guy rolls down the window and I ask if I can help.
They were here 13 years ago for their honeymoon. Now have 2 kids. Driving around to all the places they went on their honeymoon (subjecting kids to this, ugh).
They want to know if it's ok to take pix. Heck, c'mon in the house! They take pix in the room they had 13 years ago (which is, OF COURSE, the one room I am totally stripping today!!!), take more pix outside (I take pix of all of them outside) and head on their way.
I tell them children are welcome as the kids keep saying, 'You stayed in someone's HOUSE? Why'd you do that?' He say, 'Once they're grown we'll be back...'
Sent them off with a notecard picture of the inn for their scrapbook. (She asked if I sold them. Rats, should have sold her some coffee mugs. Dang.)