Tomorrow we are headed to Charleston, SC to visit The Real Housewife of Charleston, Mr. Housewife & The Real Baby of Charleston. I'm giddy. Absolutely giddy.
(please visit THIS BLOG to read the story of how this photo came to be)
I plan to throw my blackberry into my suitcase, and to leave it there. I can't wait to relax, and to visit, and to do NOTHING. Oh, well, except that TEN has just declared that he wants to visit Ft. Sumter. So I guess we will do that. He doesn't ask for much, so we can have a little history lesson while we're in town I suppose.
But before we go anywhere, I'll be stopping at the car wash. Last night I met E for drinks. I was sooooo pleased with myself for scoring a "front row Joe". Directly in front of the restaurant. How could I get so lucky?
When we left later that evening, this is what I found:
Well, okay. Maybe it isn't THAT bad. But almost! I saw people throwing beaded Mardi Gras type necklaces into the trees. I heard the birds. I just didn't put 2 and 2 together. Sigh...
That equals 4, by the way :)
At this point, however, nothing can really bring me down. I've not purchased a house warming gift for TRHOC. I've not packed my suitcase. I've not packed Louis' things. And TEN and I decided we want to cook dinner tonight. Oh, after we go to the golf club store because he has "injured" his 9 iron.
It's going to be a long night.
But nothing is going to get me down. Not even bird poo :)