only with Lee . . .

so miss lee and i went to lunch on friday as usual and we had a really delicious munch at the thai place.  oh my, they have the very best red curry with shrimp.  cross my heart and hope to die.

miss lee has been invited to an ugly christmas sweater party and consequently needs the proper attire.  we decided since we were at the thai place, we would hit the nearby consignment store.  since she had to make a pit stop first, i wandered down the sidewalk with plans to meet her there.

i meandered the aisles, checked the racks.  no ugly christmas sweaters but a very cute gold metallic cap sleeved top, size medium.  score me.

meanwhile, miss lee appears to be MIA.  no problem, she is probable flirting with the manager of the restaurant.  and she was.  you can't leave her alone for a second and bam, she is in trouble.  so i nosed around the store again, holding onto my gold top.

finally, i wandered up front again to see if i could see her.  no lee but a cop who was frantically motioning me to come outside.  so i hung my gold top on the nearest hook and wandered out.  he immediately urged me further down the sidewalk and by then i notice miss lee with another cop.

or lord, what did we do now.  my cop starts shouting 20 questions at me as i look around and notice five cop cars and a motorcycle converging on the site.  i didn't do it, i swear i didn't.

he wants to know if i work for the shop or am a customer.  a customer, i reply, that's why i left the top inside . . .  i didn't want to get arrested.  he didn't care about my top.  "was everything inside ok",  was he asking me for a critique on the store.  this was just getting plain weird.

nope.  seems somehow the silent alarm was tripped in the store.  so i offered to go get him the owner but no, he wouldn't let me back in the store.  he wouldn't let lee come over to me either.  WTH? 

by now i'm getting quite jittery.  i don't have time to sit in the pokey this close to christmas.

finally, they declare an all clear and lee and i can go shopping. 

on a side note:  my top was missing from the hook.  some other thrifty shopper had picked up my $7.50 new top while i was being interrogated.  not fair officer.  the owner was very nice though and rescued it back for me.  too bad it didn't fit. 

i'm not sure it is safe to hang around miss wild child . . .

here gobble, gobble . . .

and so it was that turkey lurkey sat down to dinner with the garlic mashed potatoes, the gravy, the stuffing, ham, brussel sprouts, asparagus, salad, deviled eggs, rolls and butter.

and turkey lurkey asked his friends why they were all gathered together.  the garlic mashed potatoes had no idea, he was too busy snuggling up to the gravy who was flirting with the stuffing.  the brussel sprouts and asparagus had no idea either but were happy to be all slathered in oil and warmed by the heat.  they had visions of being at the beach and were heard to sigh in deep pleasure.  the ham was so pleased to be emoting that he couldn't care less.  the deviled eggs were consorting with the salad and the rolls and butter were too wrapped up in each other to care.

but i know.  i really do.  we gathered together as family.  my kidlet and K2.  K2's parents and her mother's mother.  we ate and laughed and told tales of the 9TS.  we giggled and gaffawed.  we imbibed. and then we scoffed up chocolate silk and pumpkin cheese pies.

but most of all, we rejoiced in being family.  happy thanksgiving one and all. 

then and now or boredom hits the road . . .

monday kidlet and i got bored.  very. very. bored, so we hopped in her fit and headed up the ocean:

and ate at an old favorite dive.  so old in fact that this is what happened on the beach behind it on january 4, 1997.

yup. the 9TS had hair.  i was a few pounds lighter and kidlet was sevenish. very fancy schmancy of us.  after the JP did his thing, we wandered up and pigged out on shrimp, clams, oysters and other succulent goodies.  well the 9TS did.  i stuck with the shrimpies.

and so kidlet and i managed to toss down clams and shrimp in memory there of . . .  and maybe a beer.  oh and some chocolate mousse mystery cake.  and some onion rings and fries.  waddle.  waddle.

and then we hit Ulta and did some Urban Decay damage.  all and all, it was a fun reprieve from boredom.  score us!

and then there was this:

i know i've used this photo before but it's one of my favorites.  almost twenty years between the two photos.

it's gloomy out there today so  kidlet and i are hanging in our pj's.  in lieu of doing a mound of ironing, i played:

what?  the laundry didn't do itself?  gah!

life was boring . . .

so we ran away.  lee, k1, k2 and me. or is that i? or myself. well pick whichever one you like best but we all packed our bags and headed up 95 to st. simon's island.

we hit the lighthouse first because it closed at 4:30 and it was 4:29 and scampered up all 10,000 bazillion steps.  see proof.  four feet. and you know whose were bare, but in my defense, we didn't know the temperature was about to drop down to hell freezing over.

back down on solid ground i got a snap of three of the four musketeers. 

discovered a play ground:

and so we played and yes, i did. i climbed that whale.

wanna' know why the lighting is so weird.  check this out:

monster sunset.  coolio.

we decided we should find some food and ended up at barbara jean's.  really good crab cakes but you have to ask for tyler.  he's a cutie patootie and very fun to play with.  ask lee. or k2. or k1.  but i embarrassed k1 when i asked if we could take him home along with a box of pumpkin bread.  she should have known better.  i've been her momma for a very long time.

and this is what i woke up to the next morning.  she didn't want to wake me up when she got up at the butt crack of dawn:

yes, that is miss lee, hunkered down in the tub reading like it's the most natural thing in the world. 

we ate breakfast and headed to jekyll island to visit the boneyard on Driftwood Beach:

back to barabra jean's for some she crab soup.  oh boy, that's good stuff.  we didn't eat much because we were headed to Bennie's Barn for dinner.  yes, we ate a lot. and drank.  of course we did. silly.

headed home the next morning but here are a few odd shots i couldn't figure out where to stuff.  bambi didn't seem to mind us stopping and taking a few shots of her and her little buddy.

and that is all she wrote.  we had enough fun that we put it back on the list of things to do again.  not ssi but somewhere close.  wanna' come along?

and another . . .

and now, as soon as i process all of the photos, i'll share this weekend with you.

major fist pump . . .

yay, with all of Kidlet's alphabet soup of mental health issues, she has been accepted back at college for the spring semester and God willing, will graduate this coming may!!!!!  she only has to take two classes and they are both available on-line. can we get a hell yes!!!!!!!

and one more:

yes, i am that freak who runs around taking snaps of people's front doors.