From my parents visit.

As usual, Phil and I remembered the camara one day out of five.

But! It was the day we went to the Jelly Belly factory. I won't go too into the jelly belly tour (it was eh), but I will tell you that my husband, all 120 pounds of him, bought eight pounds of jelly beans because the factory sells the defective ones.






As you can see, my dad declined the honor of posing with the jelly bean. So I snuck a picture of him in the car.



I'm sure he'll be pleased.

In fact, more pictures were taken in the car than in the factory.