It’s the most wonderful time of the year, y’all. And I’m not talking about sending the kids back to school after a long spring break with kicked carseats and 17 dozen “are we there, yet?”s. I’m not even talking about National Eat Whatever You Want Day . . . that’s May, 11 so we still have 33 days and 22 hours to go . . . but who’s counting? Nope. I’m talking about Masters Week in Augusta, GA.
We recently had a huge coffee table debate. Our old, really rustic cool coffee table from our previous home had disappeared . . . probably in the move.
Congratulations to all my Episcopal, Catholic, Lutheran and many Protestant friends and family. You are one week in with only a little over five to go. It won’t be long, Livi, until you can cover everything back up again with ketchup so you have no idea what you’re eating anyway. Margot, it’s only a matter of time before you can start pulling the white things out of your onion rings and eat only the fried crispy goodness again.
“Go to your bosom; knock there, and ask what your heart doth know.” – William Shakespeare
I don’t know about y’all, but I love to read a great love story. Real, imagined, immortalized, tragic, you name it, and I will immerse myself in one at any given time, especially if it involves a warm bath and a good pinot.
It’s been 8 months, y’all. And I have to tell you I have enjoyed getting to know all of you and this beautiful town. I guess since we’re through the introductory part of our relationship, I can share with you some more intimate details about myself and who I am.