Over the weekend Annabelle and I traveled to Georgia with Mom and Elizabeth for the wedding of Elizabeth's boyfriend's sister.
The wedding was on top of a mountain and the temperature was no less than 140* with humidity at around 3,000%. I melted so much while helping decorate for the wedding that I'm only 1/3 the size I was when I got there. I'd be three times bigger if I had been offered
the entire a piece of the groom's cake.
Back at the hotel, Annabelle couldn't believe her good fortune when I let her lay on the king sized bed.
We visited a Civil War battlefield and Annabelle wanted to pose by the Ulysses S. Grant sign. Long live the north.
|"Train up your child in the way she should jump on a bed and when she is old she will call you the Cool Mom."|
Annabelle did her best to jump be like Dolly Parton Jr. but the carseat really cramped her style.
Aunt Squiddz got in on the action too. The following photo has been censored to keep this a family friendly website.We look all smiley and happy here, but for about half the trip we were totally lost as we drove the back roads of Tennessee and Georgia and some people may have cried.
I can't stress enough how IT WAS NOT MY FAULT WE WERE LOST. Mom has the worlds most subpar map app on her phone that she thinks is great. It is not. I pointed that out even before we left my driveway but Mom was insistent that it would be fine. She was insistent about when we were lost for 58 minutes bringing Elizabeth to the rehearsal and when we turned around 6 times trying to get to the wedding. The reasons I'm discussing this are purely to promote myself. I told her the app wouldn't work and it didn't. For once in my life I was not to blame for people wandering around lost on random roads. I do so enjoy being right. The weekend was good for my self-esteem.