Tonight I had an interesting story to share with you. It involved some red satin cloth anchored by a carbiner from a ceiling with me dangling from it. Seriously.
But I’m too sore to explain it this evening. It will have to wait until tomorrow. I know, I know. The suspense is killing you, right? I feel your pain.
Instead, I’m going to share some more pics from my trip to Vermont because it so totally fascinates you. I can tell from the three comments I got on my last post. Try not to snore…
On our way up to Vermont, I had to wee wee in the worst way. The only option the McDonald’s gals could find was a Subway and they were too true to their brand to stop there. Got to admire their dedication.
Thanks to the fact that I usually have to scream for the kids to bring toilet paper to the bathroom because no one ever refills the holder, my bladder is pretty well trained to hold it for awhile.
Instead, we stopped at a restaurant that might have worked for not only relieving our bladders, but also filling our bellies. But according to a few in our party, the place smelled funny.
I was recovering from a cold, so it didn’t matter much to me, but everyone else decided it would be better to find a less smelly place to dine.
So, we went into an old country store that didn’t smell, but it looked like the setting of a horror flick. We hastily grabbed some pickles, Vermont cheese, crackers and Ohio Buckeye candies because we were all
pregnant delirious starving and felt that those items best represented the foods of Vermont.
Except the Buckeyes of course. Not sure how those wound up in Vermont, but no one complained. No one ever complains about finding Buckeyes.
After eating about a pound of cheese each, we safely arrived at our hotel. While everyone else took a nap, I went down to the lobby to grab a glass of wine because I’m klassy like that.
We went to bed pretty early because we had a busy day planned for Monday with the webcast and all. Upon our arrival at the Green Mountain Coffee Roasters, we met the lovely Nell Newman. I photo bombed the first picture we took with her. Once again, striving to keep it klassy. (photo credit)
It was a whirlwind trip, and before we knew it, it was time to go home. We were quite surprised to hear that Nell was joining us on the trip back to Boston.
Clown cars have nothing on the luggage we needed to cram in our Ford Flex, but our fearless pr friends Julie and Brittany played the most amazing game of Tetris trying to get all of our luggage to fit. And by golly they did it. Those gals have skills.
My friend Jodi offered a hand. One false move and she would’ve been buried alive.
But Jodi did survive as evidenced by this photo of her at ariel yoga this morning. And you thought I was kidding. Ha! I’m icing my arse as I type this. I kid you not.
More on that when I’m mentally able to look at the pictures and the feeling comes back to my butt.
It really was a fun weekend. We crammed a lot of activity into an itty bitty bit of time, so I’m really dragging today. Or it could be the ariel yoga. Yup, probably that.