(I wish to preface this entry with the observation that were I a French woman living in the USA, this post would be about brightly colored, odd-looking, rubber footwear in America)
Last week the family took a trip to a local amusement parks. By mid-day I realized that "thrill rides" no longer thrilled me. So I volunteered to hold the bag, rain jackets and camera as the rest of the crew rode "Thunder of Zeus". The wait was about an hour, so I passed the time snapping photos of grown men wearing capri pants--or manpris, if you will.




2 comments:
I'm with you about the rubber footwear. I don't get it either. I actually prefer manpris. What does that say about me?
OK - so which one of the headless images is Mark?
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