~ Kalispell, the home of our girls shopping weekend, the weather was beautiful, my partners in crime were wicked, we had some great laughs and we rocked the shopping
and where did we rock the shopping you ask?
and where did we rock the shopping you ask? ~ the happiest place in my shopping world
~ heading home, it was a great weekend but I missed my boys and with being sick, I think my travel mates were ready to disinfect everything and get a decent nights sleep as I happened to have the sleeping spot the absolute farthest from the bathroom and was making a couple hundred trips a night until I ended up just lying on the bathroom floor Saturday night but even with that made a huge racket running water, flushing the toilet, throwing up etc... so not much sleep all around.
~ the scenery, I do love Montana for its beauty and can completely understand the "big sky" description
~ the First chance and Last chance duty store (at the Canadian/American Border) you have to love because it was just so ridiculous - it is a very dodgy place than you can't really call a store as it is really a dark, scary, I am totally getting my preppy arse kicked, stinky, smelling bar with a dirty, disgusting counter where you can order your duty free. Charmaine and I were pretty convinced the guy behind the counter was drunk and he then tells you in a very creepy horror movie kind of way that he will meet you at the warehouse (over the hill, around the back) to pick up your order. I was glad it was daylight and that we were travelling in a group (safety in numbers) - when we got over there he was standing there with our order all ready - Charmaine says "wow, you got here fast" creepy drunk guy says "I park my car for a quick get away"
~ we got through the border with no issues and no need to pay duty. Charmaine and I are nervous nellies going through the border, even though we are over the top truthful (Charmaine and I had our receipts totaled to the last cent and everything we purchased in large rubber maid containers for easy access if they wanted to go through our stuff) I always think there is going to be some issue and with me holding my holiday inn ice bucket (aka my throw up container) borrowed from the hotel, I was pretty confident this would be the time they wanted to pull the truck apart and put us in a dark room with one bare bulb hanging from the ceiling and ask us confusing questions (watching too many crime dramas I think) but luck was with us and it was a quick, painless exercise.
~ getting hugs and kisses from my boys and then climbing into my own bed and sleeping for 13 hours
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