Except for the need for Immodium, it sounds like a fabulous weekend/birthday/concert excursion! (We drive around endlessly like that every time we go to Atlanta, but the neighborhoods are a lot scarier than what you saw.)
That's about right. Aside from the panic-stricken dash to the Lone Cabbage restroom, that was more of a nuisance than anything else. Hell, I'm just glad it wasn't Mother Nature with my seasonal "gift"!
It's the closest thing I've had to a vacation in five years. Because, damn it, I DON'T count housesitting as a vacation, no matter HOW nice the house is. And it was lovely. It remains to be seen whether next month's wedding is as stress-free....
It was a very scary loo! About the size of a phone booth, plywood door and stall dividers, and lit by what couldn't have been more than a 40-watt bulb. But it was that or hang my ass out over the creek where there ARE alligators!
I ended up having taken THREE Immodium, and usually I split them in half and I'm clogged for days. So I may end up guzzling my birthday toasts with prune juice, but we'll see. At the moment, I'm fine. And getting ready to turn in---I think I may have inadvertantly succeeded in turning my circadian clock back!
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