Poo on YOU!

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 :)

T