I miss my sustah gurls. Who else but my grills understands the impact of both a crazy mama and a plate full of smothered shrimp? Not nobody. That's who.
This weekend I finally finished "Savannah Breeze" by Mary Kay Andrews. Watched the new Miss Marple and The Book of Eli. Listened to all of my bones pop and creak and wondered for the 28th time if it's just symptomatic of getting older or if it is indeed Lyme disease.