So yes, I am back from Myrtle Beach! (There were entries posted on Saturday and Sunday, if you missed ’em.)
We drove from Myrtle Beach to Alabama on Saturday, a drive that took 11 1/2 hours. It wasn’t bad at all – I spent the first few hours reading and watching Gossip Girl on my iPod, a couple of hours driving, and the rest of the trip reading and watching Gossip Girl (I find Serena van der Woodsen the most boring character on all of television and have a slight crush on Chuck Bass. Shaddup.). I came home to a needy Miz Poo and the faint smell of cat pee at my desk. The cats went on a peeing rampage while I was gone, peeing on the cat beds on my desk as a reaction to the fact that Fred wouldn’t let them outside until he got home in the afternoon. He washed a lot of cat beds while I was gone, and the cat beds didn’t smell like pee. It took me a couple of hours to find it, but find it I did – one of those monsters managed to pee in my desk drawer.
I had a really good time in Myrtle Beach. I couldn’t connect to the internet with my netbook unless I was sitting out on the steps in front of the condo, so I didn’t spend much time online. It was kind of nice to have the time away from the internet, honestly. The weather was absolutely beautiful – sunny and warm except for Thursday, which was still sunny for most of the day. We spent a couple of hours in the afternoon on the beach, most days. I didn’t go in the water, because I am a great big wimp, but my father went swimming one day.
Would you believe I only saw one cat, the entire time? The last morning, I was out on the steps before the sun was up, trying to connect to the internet, and a dilute calico came slinking through. I spoke to her, she spoke to me, and then she went along her way.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “Whyyyyyyyyyyy does life have to be so haaaaaaaaaaard?!”
2006: “Um. Whatcha do with that squirrel, Momma?” I asked.
2005: If he was a dog, he’d be a bulldog.