I can’t believe it. I am home from my weekend at Gina’s cottage, fully unpacked and thoroughly hugged. I’m tired and my cankles are hurting, but otherwise none the worse for wear.
I had a fantastic time with the DIYers at Gina’s. We did so much work I can hardly remember it all….cutting, caulking, painting, sweating, etc.
Pictures are on their way I promise! I just need an hour or two to recover.
My drive home was more tiring than the drive there. I guess three days of extreme home makeover in sweltering summer temperatures took its toll. Thankfully I had Sonic Diet Dr Pepper to keep me company. I may, however, have been drinking a bit too much of it.
This morning, on the final leg of the journey, I did something that I haven’t done since I was a child…..I went to the bathroom on the side of the road. I was desperate and my GPS told me that there wasn’t a bathroom for at least 10 miles. I didn’t know what to do….it was an emergency. So I found an old country road, drove down it for about half a mile, pulled over and took care of the problem. I felt ridiculous and I just knew some old farmer would come along driving a tractor and give me a glare. Me in my hiked up maxi dress and fancy city shoes relieving myself on his property. Thankfully nothing happened and I went on my merry way feeling content and satisfied.
I missed my family, but truthfully, it was nice to have a week of no responsibility for anyone but myself. I don’t want to do it very often though. I noticed that I was talking to myself toward the end.
I wonder if I was talking to myself when I stopped on the side of the road. Probably.
Wouldn’t an old farmer have gotten a kick out of that?!