Visiting South Carolina almost always begins with a bang. Usually peeters out after about 72 hrs with is also my tolerance limit for being up here. I left Newnan yesterday around noon and had a pretty good drive up (even though somehow SC is hotter AND more humid than GA at the moment). When I arrived at our SC house my brothers car was there but the house was on lock down, so I figured he was undoubtedly out working the land somewhere in our 74acres of woodage. While tying out the doggies I heard the sound of a tractor coming up by our fathers old workshop...so I had been correct about where and what Stefan was up to (well, actually I never found out what he was up to, but he detached a scraper so I'm guessing he was out scraping something...?). I walked out to my old horse barn where he was and stood in front of the stable until he noticed me (he was wearing earplugs so between them and the engine noise I didn't bother yelling)...then I learned out to drive a tractor...weeeeeeeee!!!
So, not to stray from the usual day-one festivities I accepted an invite to attend a pre-wedding-party-party (I know...) with my aunt. The wedding will most likely be ridiculously lavish as the mother of the groom spends her free time hosting weddings in and around her gorgeous plantation home in Duncan, SC....so she's well-read in the wedding industry. Not to mention who in the world (other than a Newnan couple I've recently met) has so many pre-rehearsal party parties?? Okay. Anyway, Sheila and I attended a very nice little soiree in the downtown Greer area and then tore ourselves away after a few hours of tidbits, wine and lots of chatter, to have real food and drink a few doors down at BIN112...another nice little nook.
Once back at Sheilas I plopped on the couch and decided I'd probably just stay the night at their house since I'd consumed a modest amount of awesome alcoholic bevs and had a full belly to boot. Made a semi-buzzed dial to WV Rob and talked with him for entirely too long (per Sheila) about fleas...but, well, we're both having problems with them! so we were venting..."AHY KNOOOOOW! I can't get rid of them EITHER!!!"...
This morning I woke up pretty early (after sharing the bed with their greatdane/pitbull pup Mackie) and meandered into the kitchen to see who was up. No one was in the kitchen so I decided to go check out my post-festivities face and chicken-hair. In my cousins bathroom I found what prompted me to blog this morning. And I haven't been on here in a while so it's probably about darn time.
Washing my hands I begin to observe the scatterings on my cousins sink counter. To my right there are four different kinds of toothpaste (?), a pair of toenail clippers, deoderant and a few other "normal" bathroom accessories. To my left is where it got interesting. One camoflague walkie talkie (on it's charger), one metal protractor, one medium-sized rubber mallet, one pair of electric clippers, a small note pad, a ziploc baggie with kleenex and gauze pads inside, an electric toothbrush (unplugged but in the charging receptacle), 3 different phone chargers, a hand/knife-sharpened pencil nubbin, baby powder and a bottle of rubbing alcohol....fun huh?
Then I meandered back into the living room, let their four dogs outside, sat down in the Florida room to type this blog, let the four dogs back inside, checked my bank account (yessss, there WAS one last paycheck), paid a few bills and am now going to adios the blog and head for the coffee pot. Wondering what day-two will bring...
tootle-oo little blog :)
