I Believe I Promised Some Pictures

We’re home!  We’re unpacked!  We survived! 

We left Virginia this morning at black-o’clock AM.  I think it was somewhere between 3:00 and 3:30.  We all fell asleep (all meaning the kids and me — Husband was our chauffeur so he had to stay awake) and woke up three-and-a-half hours later in Pennsylvania.  It was such a huge improvement over our trip down that we will never consider making the trip in daylight again. 

By the time everyone was fully awake, it was time for breakfast.  After clogging our arteries at the home of the golden arches, we got back on the road and in just two short hours we drove into our driveway! 

I mentioned that Heather and I met at a local coffee shop on Friday afternoon.  For a giggle, you have to read her recap of our meeting.  She describes me as the fashion queen, and I am so glad I didn’t know what I was supposed to be living up to because yall, the pressure!  I surely would have been nervous if I’d known all that. 

But fortunately I didn’t know I was supposed to be nervous, and it wasn’t even awkward for a moment.  I had so much fun.  We had no problem finding stuff to
talk about.  Heather is exactly the same person she is on her blog — funny, outgoing, and sweet. 
Her children came with her, and they were delightful.  (Don’t say it, Heather!  They WERE!  Even when they started arguing over their markers, it just made me feel right at
home.)

She treated me to a cafe
mocha, and she brought me an American Idol T-shirt.  (She
knows AI is my favorite Reality TV obsession.)  Finally the kids
were getting antsy and I had to get back home for a family dinner, so
we had her kids snap a few pictures, said our good-byes, and promised to get in touch the next time I’m in
town.

Then on Saturday night, I met up with my best high school friend.  We got all caught up over dinner, and then afterwards we went to the mall where we continued to gab while I shopped for The Party Outfit.

Yes, I know I have that one top, but I just can’t get excited about it.  Perhaps because I wore a black sparkly top and black skirt last year.  And probably the year before that . . .  So I continue to hunt.  (I did, by the way, order the Garnet Hill dress that everyone seemed to like, but it was hideous, so it went right back.) 

So anyway.  Last night I managed to score a pair of dressy black pants, which I need whether I wear them to the party or not.  And we found a "little black dress" that S tried to convince me to buy for the party, but I’m holding out until I go to a few more stores.  It was nice on.  I guess I’m looking for something a little more special.  Or something.  It would be nice to have a more concrete idea of what I want.

But it was a blast shopping with S, and I wish I could convince her to come visit me up here in Yankeeland so I could see her more than once a year. 

Here’s the picture.  I am happy to say that we do NOT look the same as we did twenty years ago.  Fortunately, we look much better!  Wouldn’t you say?