This is what happens...

...when you talk the cheapest hotel in Provo down to $40.

Not pictured:  the black ring around the bottom of the tub, stained carpet, sagging plastic curtains, and the broken lock on the door to the adjoining room.

It took me an hour to fall asleep.

I couldn't stop worrying about being attacked by a psycho in a drug-fueled rage.

This place was scary.

Saturday Afternoon in Provo

Picnics and exploring Sundance.

Attending Husband's mission reunion.

Riding the largest slip-n-slide ever.

Saturday Morning in Provo

There's nothing better than strawberry shmear...

...which makes dropping your bagel on the floor, ten seconds after taking a picture of it (dumb), the saddest thing ever.

The Provo Farmer's Market was a blast.

I love things like that. 

Fresh vegetables, cute jewelry, and lots of food.

 

I saw the cutest baby neck ties with matching ones for the daddy. 

Adorable and only $5.

If Husband wasn't with me, I so would have bought one.

Oh, and I held a baby chihuahua.  I hate chihuahuas, but this one was pretty cute.

Then we headed over to the Provo temple.

The building itself is super 70s, which means I'm not a fan. 

But, they had the coolest flowers I've ever seen.

My new goal is to take a picture with every LDS temple.

We better get started!

Friday Night in Provo