Now I'm in Cape Cod. Falmouth, to be precise.
We had dinner tonight at a place we picked because of the name. It was called Nimrod's. I ask you, what could be better than a restaurant called Nimrod's?
To get there, we drove past so many quaint little shoppes I was glad, yea, glad when I realized that I actually needed to buy something while we're here. We need some new shoes for Poppette, since the last pair of dressy shoes we bought her (six months ago) is at least a full size too small.
So anyway, we're pretty much hiding from my family. They called today to "check in," and I told them I was in Rhode Island, which was true at the time. But they don't know we're on Cape Cod yet. They think we're still in Rhode Island.
What does it say about my family that most of them have heard that I have a blog, and yet so few of them have actually bothered to check it out that I feel free to say that I'M HIDING FROM THEM?
Well, whatever. I have to go to the rehearsal tomorrow, and then the rehearsal dinner. I deserve a night off.
Right?
Indeed you do.
ReplyDeleteI agree. A night off is a must.
ReplyDeleteYou have clearly reached the age of reason.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I've noticed that you're not reading my blog as often as I'd like. Get on the stick, woman!
Dang, now you have to hide from me.
We're trying to figure out how to get down to Huntington like that one of these days.
ReplyDeleteThey really don't check in on the blog? Damn, I can't even swear on mine because I know my grandmother and mother-in-law read it all the time.
ReplyDeleteBless their hearts, Wendy--they don't even know what a blog is.
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