I had to go take care of an inspection in Middleburg yesterday morning. Since I didn’t want to get on the interstate, I set Gloria Pain Spencer (GPS) to avoid all highways. I went off of the main road onto Bust Head Rd. Perfect name, it was 5.5 miles of one lane, gravel, potholes trying not to hit bottom on the road. Bust Head Rd dead ended on Halfway Rd, which should have been named Awesome Allway Rd, brand new asphalt and smooth as a baby’s butt.
View from Halfway Rd. Yesterday was one of those days where I could have just driven on and on until my tank ran dry.
After I left Middleburg, I went to hug my mom’s neck.
View from my mom’s back yard. 🙂
After losing 40 pounds, my last bra kicked the bucket, so it was time to do the thing I hate more than ironing…shopping for bras. Three years ago I was in a size 36B. I measured myself this morning at 34 inches and went to three stores. So tell me, how is it possible that now I wear a 38C? WTF? Are the manufacturers screwing with us? After three and a half hours, I came home with 3 new bras. What an ordeal. I don’t even want to think about having to go buy jeans and that’s coming up next. I hate clothes shopping! I’d rather wash dishes and clean windows.
T-Jay made it safe to Baton Rouge yesterday afternoon. What a relief that was. He did remind me that it wasn’t his first time driving there, but that doesn’t really matter. I’d still worry about him driving all the way through even if he did it hundreds of times.
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