What she Wore: Jean capris, a short-sleeve white tee, and my red and white wedges. I’m feeling patriotic these days.
Every year the Hub and I travel home twice a year. At Christmas we stay put in the Crescent City, but in the summer time we continue east to the Redneck Riviera (AKA Florida beaches on the Gulf of Mexico).
Yesterday we spent about two hours getting ready to go–what to bring, what to leave, hunting for the cat, running back inside to grab something we forgot. The typical chaos that ensues when a woman who wants to pack one million outfits goes on vacation with a man who thinks he can do two weeks with a pair of shorts and two shirts. After we’d been on the road for about five minutes I start to smell something distasteful. I look at my husband and exclaim, "Did you fart?"
"Yeah, but don’t worry, it had a lot of volume, but I don’t think it was too potent."
My trip had officially begun.