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Friday, February 25, 2011
Somewhere in Smyrna
I still don't have the photo upload thingy, so this post will be heavy on text, mostly misspelled, because Honey found single-serve Chardonnays for tonight's dinner in the hotel.
The man rocks.
Note to self: flip flops are a delusional choice for driving a thousand miles north from your toasty vacation spot. The dog must be aired every 100 miles or so, so those necessary detours off I-75 can be ankle-numbing, particularly in February.
Should you be planning a road trip, I highly recommend Major Pettigrew's Last Stand on tape. Awesome. Witty. Touching. And there are only 11 Cds. I require beaucoup entertainment in the car, especially on a roadtrip as bodacious as 1,000 miles, so having books on tape has been a godsend. Outlets and antique malls also have helped.
(Did you know there is a Ballard Designs outlet in Atlanta? Actually, I'm told there are two. We hit one. And of course, it was divine. Thank you, Jodie and Sarah, for the superior shopping recommendation. Life will never be the same. I will never be the same.)
A shout-out to Sarah, our birthday girl. A raging dance party along the Savannah River is just about as good as it gets. Thanks for the invite.