the mother ship

Sean and I spent a couple of days alone in Kansas City last week. Besides dinners with my sister and niece, a major highlight was his first trip to the Bass Pro Shop. Also known as the mother ship. Make sure you read the welcome sign over his head...I HAD to call my mother to tell her that one...soooo appropriate! As you can see...Sean felt right at home. We were driving the truck and I have NO CLUE how we made it home without the camouflage, massaging, heated chair. Maybe because we were going to be there another night, and he thought it would get stolen? Like I said, I have no idea how it is not sitting in my living room...please note he is wearing a KU shirt!
We tried to explain this to my dad, but I think it was too mind-boggling for him. I KNOW it was mind boggling for us to just look at, explaining was even more difficult.

What are you looking at? Fishing tackle...as in spinners, bait, jigs, lures, fishing line, etc. On the tops of the aisles in the white racks are fishing rods. I picked up a $200 one, then Sean gently took it out of my hand and placed it back on the rack, I 'm sure he thought I was going to break it.