And so continues our crazy manic round trip to San Antonio and back to Houston. A day of driving and high fructose corn syrup excitement with a pull over in the rain stop at Buc-ees. This little beaver has been taunting us for miles, inviting us to stop in. Only Texas can come up with something this cheesy, so we curbed and spent some money on sugary fake food. If the glycemic index hadn’t already shot through the roof, we would send it sky high by finishing the day with an infamous Popeyes fried chicken with all the trimmings dinner. Heaven have mercy on our waistlines.
Y’all have a great morning
More morning cuddles
Campground breakfast on classy foam plates
Still a barrel of sunshine even though it is wet and yucky out
Buc-ees, Buc-ees, Buc-ees. We wanna stop at Buc-ees
No turning back now!
Only in Texas
Aisles and aisles of crap
Beaver poop
Fried chicken heaven
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