Had a good weekend. Caught a few fish off the dock. Our condo was pretty sweet. We were super close to everything. Did backwater jacks on Saturday. Went there for lunch and somehow ended up staying at their pool till 5. Went to get our uber and realized my keys were gone. This turned into a crap show (I don't think Mrs wacky responds well to adversity on rum). I went and asked management if any keys had shown up for like 30 minutes and they kept saying no. Then Mrs. Wacky thought it be a great idea to call her dad to fix the problem from KC. Somehow it takes him one call and he's got the manager on the phone, who has my keys. Shoot me in the face.
We wanted to try that Mexican spot on Sunday Phil, but they are closed on Sundays.
So we tried out a mexican joint by their outlet mall. Great ppl watching all weekend. Including Mrs. Wacky's little meltdown.
