2:30 a.m. and we pull in the drive. With the exception of the hour drive at dinner I did so my husband could scarf down his subway sub, my husband did the entire drive. In 16 hours. We were having a competition. I won. For his defense the holiday traffic through the smokey mountains- Horrible. (with a capital H!) Who planned us driving home on a holiday weekend anyway? Either way I made the drive to Hilton Head in 13 hours. We had the stop watch going both ways. No cheating involved. (Sorry sweetie I only went 60ish when you were eating your dinner. I know the speed limit was 70. Mountain driving isn't my forte when the sun is on the horizon.)
The first thing I did when we arrived home. Tend to my flowers.
The second. Move the furniture in my great room.
But the whole idea started with this:
(the villa great room in Hilton Head)
Home again. Now, off to investigate the smell coming from the fridge.