picky ducks

My days include a lot of sitting around. So when Nathan comes home I am desperate for human interaction and activity. The people at Walmart just stare strangely at me when I talk to them for too long. Same with the guy at the Del Taco drive thru. It's a problem guys.

So basically I drag Nathan out of the apartment every chance I get. Make him drive me through Del Taco (again) but this time I make sure the worker knows I do have friends. Not just friends, but a HUSBAND. Take that!

Then we proceed to eat at the park. My favorite park in the world. And I get so excited to feed the ducks. But I forget the bread. So I feed them some of my fries. And they turn up their noses at the fries! Don't even eat them! Who do these ducks think they are!? The Queen of England!? The Duchess of Cambridge!? The drive-thru guy at Del Taco!?

Anyways, I love these warm summer evenings with my smokin' hot husband. And even though I am occasionally bored, I can't really complain about getting paid to relax and do nothing all summer. I basically get to choose whether or not I am going to brush my teeth and hair each day. Just kidding. Kinda.

Here's some pictures of our adventure with the rude ducks and the balding man in a paddle boat. Watch out, things got craaazzzzzy. (No they didn't.)

I love Del Taco. Like.. seriously. But all 5 of those tacos are Nathan's.

This is what he did when I told him not to squint.

So pensive

This is when I stared getting pissed at those snotty ducks.

I feel like that one duck feels super uncomfortable that his friends have their butts in the air.