My husband didn’t believe me.  Nope, he thought I had finally fallen off my rocker.

He was wrong.

We drive to church along Highway 16 in the Texas Hill Country.   Just about halfway to town, we pass Escondida, a spa resort owned by Bob Phillips, the Texas Country Reporter.  Anyone who’s anyone knows who Bob Phillips is, as his television show has been around for years and years.  We used to be so tickled when we lived in Utah and could get RFD-TV and watch Bob in the middle of the night – a taste of Texas home up there in the high desert. 

So, we get on the road to church Sunday morning, and I just happened to mention that I had the camera (the kids were performing in church, yaknow) and if we saw the Texas Country Reporter auto, I wanted the hubster to hop out and take a picture.  Well, he’s not hopping anywhere – but, he questioned me.

“Really?” he said, as DD#1 took matters into her own hands and opened up my camera case and handed him my camera.

“Yes, really,” I replied.

He looked at me like I’d completely gone over the edge.

I looked back at him with one of THOSE looks – and he resigned himself to the fact that I was quite serious and he had a job to do. 

And he did it – my night in shining armour!

When he got back in the car, still trying to figure out if I’d lost my last marble, one of the kids in the back seat piped up — hey, we got our own PAPA-razzi!!!

You can see the Texas Country Reporter website here, and view some of their videos here (make note that at the end of some of the videos, the vehicle you see above is parked in that exact spot, for the ending of those segments).