Melanie and I were just plain tired the next day.
We slept in until 9:15 and then headed downstairs,
unshowered and untoothbrushed,
You know you are longtime friends
when you hang out all nastay-girl like that. :-)
Breakfast wasn't what I thought it would be.
I was looking around for some omelets,
maybe a "make your own" Belgian waffle maker
and a big pile of bacon.
Not. Even. Close.
They had biscuits. Round, preformed egg circles.
So, I did what any girl looking for a good breakfast would do.
I began to whine.
When that failed,
I began to repeat
over and over again
until Melanie finally crumbled like a week-old cookie.
Putty in my hands, I tell you.
After she drove me (in my unshowered glory)
to the Kolache Factory,
we decided to go by our old houses.
I haven't seen my old house in many, many years.
At least 14 years.
When we drove up, there was a "SOLD" sign
in the front yard,
and people hanging out talking.
Melanie sees this as a golden opportunity
to make friends, strike up a conversation
and the next thing I know,
we are headed inside, on a tour of my old home....
To be continued.....
Some days I wave.
2 hours ago