Not a mistake, but I wanted you to see the sentence. It reads "About 6 feet of the lower extremity of the large (something) of the Buffaloe is the first mosel that the cook makes love to..."

Should be where.

Should be height.

Should be rapidly.

Should be hissing.

The first way he mispelled Ocean.

We gave up after he mispelled Ocean twice different ways in the same entry.

The boat we rode on later and the place where we ate lunch.

The location of the Dred Scott Decision for you APUSHers.

I needs some cat chow!

The St. Louis Cardinals' stadium. That plot of nothing right next to it was the location of the old one.

Jefferson and I were meant to be models.

This is what our boat tourguide Dave actually wanted us to call the St. Louis arch. I almost walked right up and punched him when he said that.

Getting artsy fartsy with the arch.

I got tired of listening to Dave talk. Curse his monotone.

It's the St. Louis arch, but this time with an American flag in the foreground!

The boat offered good views of the arch and it was more interesting to take too many pictures of it than listen to Dave our tourguide drone on and on about how the site isn't actually US soil.

Meeting up with Melissa and Dave(not pictured) and their family in St. Louis. From left to right it goes: Me, Will, Kathryn, Abigail, Anna, and Kelsey.

Their highways are completely straight, no gays allowed.

The license plate Jen Ann, my mom's name and middle name.

A fatty bug that hit our windshield. It mus have been on its way to go pee. The splotch was the size of two of my fingers for a size reference. (That's very big for a bug.)

I saw a few of these billboards and took a picture because we were going to the Smart family reunion.

I suppose its better than being famous for the crappy food that makes you need to use them.

There were a ton of these signs.

One of the many abortion signs I saw. I still kick myself over missing the sign with the baby praying that said "Pray for abortion to end."