Okay. You will, most likely, notice the disconnect between the title of this post — “photos” — and the complete lack of photos in this post, again, called “photos.”
Although maybe you won’t notice and if you don’t, well, yamahama, Crackie, there be problems and I’m sorry to tell you that you don’t meet the perilously low IQ minimum required to be reading this blog.
But let’s move on, shall we, because once again, I do not know what I’m talking about.
Okay.
I’m going to give you a link to photos of “The Resort That Cost Us 473,578 Hours of Butt Time in The Horrible Rented PT Cruiser.”
You NEED to see photos before I go any further with the whole story and, well, I didn’t take any except with my cell phone — and we all know how good those look — mainly because I don’t currently have a camera. I mean, I suspect that could be a contributing factor to the overall lack of photos.
BUT …. I’m not actually giving you a direct link because I don’t want it traced back to meee and Thee Olde Blogge here. I’m a cagey little minx.
So. Here you go: Type these three words into the URL thingamabob — as one word, of course:
straw
house
resorts
Then type (dot) com.
Okay. Personally, I put the sound on mute when I go to the website because it’s all a little too Tinkerbell for me, what with all the shinga-shinga sounds, but that’s just me. On the main page, click on “Welcome” then click on the “Gallery” icon that will appear in the lower left-hand corner. That will take you to the photos that I would have uploaded and put in this post, but couldn’t because ___________(insert reason here).
All I know is it’s definitely not my fault. It is someone else’s fault, as usual, I’m pretty sure.
I don’t know why, but I’m feeling the need to be absolved of everything lately.
Nothing is my fault anymore, ever, from here on out, okay?
Thankee.