Gary, that crazy pregnant lady waving at you was me
Today it's in the 90's. For those of you who don't know, that's really hot. Flash keeps moving from the couch in the living room, to the wooden floor, to the back bedroom. In that order, over and over again. Dave and I discovered we had this infestation problem, namely giant cardboard boxes that were taking over our entire garage so we decided to drop them off at the recycling place this afternoon. I took a shower, baby-powdered, put on some extra-comfy clothes, then headed down to the garage to break down the boxes and load up the car. By the time I was done I was no longer cute and fresh, I was hot, sweaty, and slightly grumpy. I might've been born in Louisiana, but I'm definitely not a southern girl; they always stay powdered and put together no matter what.
We added a couple of extra days to our Memorial Day weekend and drove down to Virignia to visit with Dave's parents and have a mini-break. This was probably the only vacation we'll get this summer, and believe me we made the most of it. Lots of lounging by the pond Dave's dad built; lots of eating of watermelon; lots of lounging in the backyard, watching Dave's dad work; lots of good food. Just lots of goodness all around. Dave and I drove down to Lynchburg to stalk the Milwaukee Iron/Southern Steel guys. Their place is located in an industrial park so our hopes of there being a showroom were not meant to be sated. However, it was pretty cool to see the sign outside their business, cuz, you know, it was on tv and all. After we had turned around and were waiting to get back on the main road we saw a semi beat up pickup truck coming down the road towards us so we waited and sure enough, it was Gary Woodford. I lost my cool and waved at him like a mad-woman. Apparently he smiled as he went by but Dave's big head was in the way so I'll have to take his word for it. It was a fun day trip. We ate at a Sonic. They have Frito Pie. In case you didn't know, it's the perfect food. I'm not exaggerating.