We’re Back

And we’ve been back. I’ve been neglecting the blog, like I do, sometimes, not out of malice but out of senility as in “Oh, yeah. I think I’ll start a blog. Oh, yeah. I already have one.”

The trip was fun, mostly the front end, Tybee Island, and the back end, Hilton Head Beach. My favorite part was sitting on a wooden lounger under a beach umbrella on Hilton Head island, sharing a plate of nachos with my cousin and the Big Guy. The ocean was warm too, not like the Pacific. The Big Guy and I bobbed around, so much so I decided I needed to move there, immediately, if not before. Of course, when I got home, I realized I needed to eat a roasted chicken from Farmer Joe’s immediately. And then I had to decide – beech or roasted chicken. The jury is still out.

These are the Big Guy’s legs on the last leg (ha ha) of our flight home. Next time (like I will ever remember this next time), I WILL look where Southwest flies before it brings me home. Flying all over the continental U.S. is not okay. I saw the airports of Norfolk and Chicago. I watched 2 movies on my iPod. The Big Guy took random pictures. This was one of them, and it’s is not an optical illusion. His legs are that long. We look like Mutt and Jeff standing together.

The story of the seat with all the leg room…
When we landed in Norfolk, the stewardess said we could switch seats after she counted us. I threw two woman with New Jersey accents to the tarmac to get this seat for my man. It was the only seat like it on the plane. I was proud of my wrestling skills, in a redneck sort of way.