All good things.....

So, we got back a couple of hours ago from vacay. We picked Pippin up on our way home and we're all glad to be home. Pippin is absolutely conked out and he's been so tired from whatever he does when we're gone that we decided to hold onto the treats we got him at the doggy bakery until tomorrow.

Vacay was awesome. I've gained at least 5 pounds and am stuffed with so many bad foods that I'm pretty sure whatever workout I do tomorrow is going to be one of those terrible workouts where your sweat just smells like junk food. You know what I'm talking about. We've had some seriously awesome stuff - shrimp with grits, seafood jambalaya, fried shrimp and scallops, massive burritos, tilapia, belgium waffles topped with strawberries, and the best of all - banana pudding with Moon Pies chopped up in it. Yum. But we have run a few times, been swimming in fresh and salt water and walked a ton, so hopefully the damage isn't TOO bad.

We've been to zoos, aquariums, run through historic neighborhoods and national forests, battled massive waves and tiny waves, appreciated old homes, questioned why it is some parts of the country just can't get over the fact that the South did indeed LOSE The War, and I swear I saw Bobby Deen. And Brent swears he saw Vern Yip. And the runner-up from FoodNetwork's Next Big Star (Rory). And even though we didn't actually see ANY of those people, I sort of think when we're 80 years old we'll look back and laugh about what a fun vacation it was and all of the strange and funny things that happened on the trip that really no one but us could ever understand. Last night we had dinner at a truly awesome Mexican place and our waitress was just so cute and sweet, and young (she was 22). She was asking us what all we were doing there and we told her this year we decided to take a "cheaper" vacation since we're cash poor from home renovations so we road-tripped it to SC since we're trying to see all 50 states together and SC was a big hole for us in the Southeast. (Only 13 states left for us now!! And only 4-5 that neither of us have seen!!) So anyway, we were just sort of talking about life and whatever and she said that she hoped she could be like us when she was older. Brent immediately picked up on the "older" part, but I really think it was a very nice compliment. (Second only to the homeless woman who called me a skinny $$$itch when I didn't give her money. I was like THANK YOU!!! That was SO NICE!! Seriously, made my night.) But I get what our waitress was trying to say. So many people are just so dead, and what vacation always reminds me of is that life is such a fun adventure. There's so much to do and see and sometimes you just have to start laughing at your irrational meltdowns when you want a large Coke and your husband insists on a small. All that matters is that we're together, drinking a coke. That we have that opportunity, and that we take it whenever we can. And in the end, he is so right because he fully understands how tiny your bladder is, because that's sort of what happens after 12 years.

Vacation photos to come, I still have a couple of hours of vacation food splurging to indulge in!!!