Update on the Life

Hmm, so I finally post pictures and not one person comments? To borrow a phrase from "Full House," "How rude!" Just kidding! So Saturday we went to Bath and Stonehenge (I too realized it was spelled wrong today, thanks Uncle Wee Wee and Gramma).

Here's a picture of Stonehenge:



As you can see, they are very big rocks. I took about 10 pictures of these very big rocks from every angle imaginable. It was neat to see, but it did not require the hour we spent there in the cold:



However, at least it wasn't raining!

After perusing the items in the Stonehedge gift shop and buying some postcards and a really good cookie for 50p (that's 50 pence), we returned to the bus to drive to Bath.

Bath was a neat little city. They have actual Roman Baths there, but it cost 10 pounds to get in and we were too cheap. So we had lunch and some gelatto and then we tried to go into Bath Abbey, where they "invite" a "gift" of 2.50 pounds, the American equivalent of 5 dollars, mind you. There are four of us trying to go inside while this Nazi-like old women at the front counter is like "Are you not going to make a donation? I know you're not thinking about children and grandchildren, but don't you want the Abbey to still be there when they visit" and all this other typical, give me money crap. Well, two of the people with us didn't have any cash and they told her that to which she responded, "Oh, I highly doubt that." Unbelievable! But they just walked in, while Krista, the bleeding heart, starts giving the old bitty money. Well, there's no way in hell I'm giving money to go inside a freaking church, especially not when this old women is being so horrible. Then there was this other British women behind us, who was a uppity and says, "Perhaps they don't know what it means." Well, that was the end of that. For 2.50 I can feed myself for like a week so I turned around and walked out of the church. Meanwhile, I hear Krista asking the women if the Abbey is Catholic to which the women responds, horrified, that it is Protestant. If I wasn't sure before, that settled it. No way am I giving 2.50 pounds to a PROTESTANT Church. Fat chance.

Anyway, the outside of the Abbey was very pretty:



I don't know about the inside, but it certainly wasn't worth 2.50. Perhaps if there had been chocolate involved, but alas.

One more thing. If you're going to force people to pay to get into the Abbey, why not just make it mandatory? I mean an invitation masquerading as an obligation is NOT an invitation, it's a requirement! Bullocks! (that's British).

Funny side note: as we're walking through Bath, we see this man playing and singing John Denver and Sweet Home Alabama on his guitar. I couldn't believe it. He's singing about going home to West Virginia in BATH! Insane and so random, it's delicious.

One more picture. This is Krista and I in Bath.



Alright, gotta go do homework!

Love you and miss you all!

And you know, if you loved and missed me too, you would comment on my posts.

What? Emotional blackmail, you say? Pfft, hardly. There were no ultimatums or "inappropriate" pictures mentioned, except for right now. Does that count?