I never thought I'd look forward to taking out the trash and going to sleep by 10:30...Since we've been back from our trip, there hasn't been a day of normalcy. We returned to Pataskala (home of "bright waters") for a series of events: a funeral, a birthday, a wedding. A very strange mix of emotions. I felt like I was a living in some weird "this is the circle of life" story - birth, death, marriage, all in a weekend.
Also, we almost sold B's ghetto-mobile that's been sitting in Pataskala for the past two years. As the sucker pulled onto Smoke Road and sped away, B and I exchanged enthusiastic high-fives. Yes! We had the money in our hands for about 25 minutes when the buyer called to inform us that the car had broken down. classic. B-rod returned the cash and my mother nearly wept when she saw the tow truck dragging the piece of junk back to her driveway. Who's the sucker now, huh?
On the up side, we ate lots of cake during the weekend and I almost adopted a precious new kitten, which I named Little Seven. If she's still sitting on a Pataskala doorstep next weekend, I'm taking her with me.
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