A bunch of crazy old women are coming to the house, so the kids & I hit the road.

Holy Moley. I almost have a wreck. The guy in the sky is having a blast, strafing the cars on the highway.

I think it means new baby buffalo were born.

Since I can't take pictures driving I encourage the kids to use the camera.

Big Fun. Carwash.

We dally until dark, eat at a restaurant, drive around...

...but when we get back home the biddies are still hanging around...

..so Jonathan and I toss a frisbee outside 'till they finally take the hint and leave.