I promise, promise, promise we are almost at the end.
Seriously, this is starting to feel like a Tolstoy novel.
AJ insisted we stop at his favorite Mexican joint, Azteca, for the infamous "macho burrito."
Cindy and I agreed we probably weren't macho enough, so we opted for Subway instead.
But when we arrived at the restaurant, suddenly our feminine ways went out the door and we devoured half of our husbands' food, along with a plate we split in an attempt to be dainty.
The food was great, but the best part about our Azteca visit was the sign I found in the bathroom stall.
Always grateful for the reminder, I guess.
On our way back to the ferry, we stopped in the little Norwegian town of Poulsbo.
It was everything Port Angeles wasn't, and we couldn't help but get lost in the little shops and bakeries that lined the main street.
I was in heaven.
God bless Norway.
Did you see those cinnamon rolls?
To offset the classy portion of the afternoon, we stopped at a casino to try our hand at the penny slots.
At one point, luck was my lady -- I was up a whole 17 cents!
But I lost it all.
All 200 pennies.
Don't gamble, people.
At this point, we were all exhausted.
The ferry ride back to Seattle was a little bumpy, but the choppy water was beautiful.
Instead of going back to the hotel to sleep, which would have been the smart thing to do, Cindy and I insisted on being dropped at the gigantic mall just outside the city.
We emptied our wallets and H & M kids before waving the white flag.
Then we all proceeded to drive around looking for food.
Wendy's won out in the end, and we all made ourselves sick eating chili, stale hamburger buns and chicken nuggets.
Ah, the life.