You thought I was done, didn’t you?
I’m going to drivel on a bit more. See, on our way home from Greenville, we found the COOLEST little town in North Carolina. We stopped to eat, and take a walk through this park thing which turned out to be a college campus. (Oops.) There were all these neat old buildings that looked like George Washington built them, and Anna and I managed to turn it into a full blown photo shoot, despite the fact that we were still using peoples’ phones. That’s just what we do.
We also happened to be wearing the frumpiest t-shirts in our possession, ’cause that’s also what we do.
It’s time we faced the hard truth: If you’re a Baran, there is bound to be a photo-bomb SOMEWHERE, intentional or otherwise.
*inserts something dramatic*
*inserts something dramatic about gladiators and our inevitable doom*
Believe it or not, I straightened this picture. Yet somehow, it still managed to be crooked.
I have about seventy-two pictures that look like this, but I’ll spare you that monotony and only share one.
When you’ve just seen a Narnia play, the only right thing to do is pretend you’re in a snowy wood with the first lamppost you come into contact with.
I think my bright pink shoes spoil the effect.
This is the closest I’ll ever come to looking like a superhero.
Anna, looking lovely, except for the t-shirt. I did warn you about the shirts.
Anna’s approach vs. mine.
Meanwhile, in Dad’s head…
I have no idea how to use this thing.
I also took a picture of his stellar parking skills, but for some reason, the phone won’t let me get to it. Lucky for him, I suppose.
I am extremely grateful that I have a family who lets me make fun of them.
Anyway, after that, we opted to get ice cream instead of leaving right away.
Because we’re Barans, and what else would we do?
Mop, getting animated.
Then it was back to the car for another very long day of driving and listening to Anna wax eloquent about the brain, most of which I do not remember.
And THAT, folks, concludes my fascinating and monotonously detailed account of our trip down South. To summarize:
It was a good trip.