I’m currently writing this early in the morning at a local coffee shop in midtown Savannah — a part of town that I admittedly don’t frequent often, but needed some caffeine and WiFi so I made a pit stop. For some odd and unknown reason, there are quite a few school children surrounding me currently, each clad in his or her school uniforms and chattering incessantly about the most interesting topics. Some have their back packs on, some are talking with their hands, some are running around, but one thing is certain — they all have lots of opinions.
Did you know my teacher is getting married? I saw them holding hands.
My mom’s on a diet.
I’m just getting my stuff ready. I have a busy day.
I have a Hershey’s bar for lunch.
So what do YOU do in the shower?
Can you hold this? I need to scratch.
Sometimes instead of brushing my teeth I just swallow the toothpaste.
My dad picks his nose in the car and puts it under the seat!
There must be 25 of them, each of them providing a new form of birth control and hilarity that I wasn’t expecting with my morning coffee fix. This has nothing whatsoever to do with the purpose of this post but I just wanted to let you know. And when I do have children, I’ll make sure to pick my nose in private.
Over at Casa de Jones, things have been going swimmingly. Birdie is as wonderful as ever and takes after her mother in her affinity for bed time at 8 p.m. Wilson is still pushing me to finish the house, which currently involves a lot of bugging about the landscaping in the courtyard. But I can’t focus on landscaping when I still can’t make a decision on a dining room rug, so we are continuing to live with neither.
As far as family outside of Savannah goes, Wilson’s sister got married a few weekends ago and we had a large time. Nothing makes you appreciate the time and effort (and $$) put in to a beautiful wedding like throwing one yourself, and I was so pleased to toast someone else and be nothing more than a wedding guest as opposed to the center of attention. M & L, if you’re reading this, you throw a A++ party!
A few pictures from our weekend, all on the cell phone. Sorry.
Sweater is sold out, similar here.
I always take an opportunity to pose, and Wilson followed suit. Check out his hip-pop.
Sorry, only crappy cell phone pictures to show you, but you get the idea.
Look at my handsome date.
This is the, oh-hello-I’m-trying-to-smile-and-not-trip-down-the-aisle face. You know the one.
More updates of what else I’ve been up to coming soon. In the meantime, enjoy the dress. And a glass of wine.