Visits!
Orsi and her roommate Lauren came down to visit! Boy, let me tell you, between witnessing a woman having to spell out her words so her drawl could be understood to the infamous heat….I’m not sure they were all that impressed with Nashville. But it sure was wonderful to have them around.
I miss you already! Please come back!
And everyone else out there, I’ve taken to cooking and cleaning in the evenings as entertainment. This must stop!
Even my parents won’t visit for no other reason besides they’re lame. You hear that mom? You’re lame! Who else am I supposed to filter through 8-pound bridal magazines with?! Lame!
Ahem.
And now, pictures:
Orsi and me at the Hermitage, home of President Jackson. That’s his garden and gravesite. Orsi didn’t like it that the tour people kind of skimmed over the Trail of Tears part. Oops.
Lauren, my hungry fiancé, and me eating catfish. Look, we’re entertaining! We have friends who come over! I got over my noodling phobia long enough to eat Nashville’s famous dish.
Ug. Me doing the obligatory SEGRF - Spastic Engaged Girl Ring Flash.
Hey, I’m allowed one. Humor me.
And come visit. I have lots of magazines we can get started on.
