Hump Day Happy

There’s a Starbucks in my old town. I’m stunned.

What usually takes me eleven hours to drive took fourteen thanks to torrential rains, accidents (none involving us, thank goodness), and the slowest waiter east of the Mississippi. I think I’ve been urban too long and will have to readjust to the more relaxed pace of life in the Deep South. And also to being asked, “Sweet or unsweet?” when iced tea is ordered.

However, we are here safe and sound, though I’m not sure my nephew Aaron would agree. Apparently we froze him to death in the car. Fortunately, this did not prevent him from hours of texting with a certain lovely someone or watching two movies on the portable DVD player plugged into the cigarette lighter. Why didn’t we have all his technology when I was a teenager? (The movies, btw, were Monty Python and the Holy Grail and Little Miss Sunshine.)

You didn’t think I’d forget y’all, did you? I brought the book with me!

 

If you want something to be happy about, please comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I’ll report back to you after I get some sleep.

There’s no place like home.

20 thoughts on “Hump Day Happy”

    1. Thanks, me, too. I’m the only one up. I’m thinking of sneaking out to the cemetery, but it would be so sad if Tom and Aaron woke up to be CARLESS and hungry. Speaking of which,

      From the book:

      “hot biscuits, oatmeal with cream”

      Is MGH joining you?!?

  1. I just noticed your frappuccino cup is looking on the “half-empty” side. What kinda Hump Day you runnin’ here, lady?

    Can I have page page 2, item #1, please? : )

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