I'm on strike.

I've spent the last few days driving back and forth from Charleston, and it's been a major pain in my ass.  And guess what?  We get to do it again, when our roommate flies back in from SoCal.  Hooray.  (You will note the lack of exclamation point, indicating that my 'hooray' is somewhat sarcastic.  Somewhat.)

Way back when we lived in the land of 4-lane highways, we used to joke and laugh about how people "back east" didn't want to drive 2+ hours to get anywhere, and OH!  Wasn't that funny?  Haha, we used to say, they think that's a long way to drive!  Little do they know!

Little do they know MY ASS.

You see, when you're driving 2+ hours on a straight stretch of road, it's no big deal.  HOWEVER.  There are no straight stretches of road out here.  None.  Not a single one.  Oh, I take that back.  The parking lot of Rite Aid is pretty straight, for about 40 feet.  THAT'S.  IT.

So, there are very, very, very windy roads with which to contend, as well as actual real WEATHER, like snow flurries and rain, and, to make it interesting, deer like to jump out in the road.  Also, puppies like to manifest themselves while you're shooting out from around a bend at 55 MPH.  And, speaking of miles per hour (that's what MPH stands for, in case you didn't know) the MAXIMUM speed that you will EVER be allowed to go, ever, EVER, in this state, is 55.  If you're freakin' lucky.  If you're say, going through the middle of some podunk town, they don't want you to go too fast and accidentally hit one of the ZERO pedestrians you won't ever see traipising through the streets, so they drop it to 30 MPH.  No.  Fucking.  Lie.

So, a 2+ hour drive turns into a torturous affair.  And I completely understand why those backwoods hicks don't want to go anywhere, ever.  And the next time someone tells me, "Oh, well, Charleston isn't that far, it's only a little over 2 hours' drive,"  I'm going to bite them.  Hard.  On their jugular. 

Hooray!

Have you seen all the snazzy wares Charmaine has up for sale at Weehob?  Well, I did, and I happened to comment on one of her super cool bags.  A few days later, the mail person arrived, bearing a gift.  THE BAG!  FOR ME!  Thank you, Charmaine, I love it to pieces!  Phoebe has already tried to steal it from me several times, and Charlie wants to crawl inside it.  No worries, though, because I've been beating them off of it with wooden spoons.

 
 

 

Things around here are pretty much business as usual.  I'm still adjusting to working, and getting the girls acclimated to me not being available to them all of the time.  It's hard for them to fathom.

I've been catching up on some t.v. shows, and trying to take a breath after the whirlwind that was Christmas.  I'm in the mood to start a new project, but I don't know what yet.  I've been thinking about glass-blowing.  How fun would that be?  I have to do research first, and see what all is entailed, but c'mon.  BLOWING HOT GLASS!  So fun, no?

I feel like I've snapped out of a super huge funk that I've been in lately, and for that, I'm grateful.  I'm ready to be back to normal. 

Happy, happy, merry, merry.

Much love to you all, and wishing you the happiest and brightest. 

 XOXO

 (click on the photo to see the slideshow shenanigans)