Tuesday, April 28, 2015

A European Wyatt


Yes, I like to think I am far fancier following my fabulous travels in Europe. 

My travel companions were the best ever. That's one fancy baby. 

I was a bit nervous about the local cuisine, so I first stuck with something familiar. But I felt fancy, and that's all that matters. 

But then I branched out and enjoyed a classic Hungarian meal at a super-fancy place that made me want to make sure I greased my 'stache. 

Thinking of buying that fancy place back there. That's normal, right? I hear it's some kind of royal palace or something equally fancy. Also, don't do whatever this sign is telling you to do. That is most definitely not fancy.

So after my fancy European excursion, I came down with a nasty case of  stuffed-pumpkin-head and stuck my head in a drawer and didn't come out until the darn thing was taken care of. But now I am bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and ready for action! I hear that the Tall One With The Face is moving on to a different pasture. Maybe I'll give him a visit before he gets too far away.

A fancy visit.