We went north this past weekend to visit family and attend our niece’s high school graduation. We had a relatively uneventful trip, with one exception. Sean decided to take the scenic route and hop off the interstate for a section of our trip. Being concerned with sleepy towns, traffic lights, and old people driving Cutlass Supremes, I was not enthusiastic about the idea, but conceded. After a quick trip to the 1950s Dairy Queen, where every table had a foil ashtray and the customers were using them, we (or I should say Sean) was pulled over by the local police. Sean requested (in an assertive tone) I not say a word. Being the good, well-behaved wife that I am, I didn’t. I think in 2 minutes, or less the officer returned with a ticket and drove off. We were both in shock! And I didn’t say a word, for a few hours, although Sean said my face said it all. Needless to say, we did not visit Pineville on our return trip and stuck to the interstates where other people were driving just as fast and reckless as Sean and he would not be noticed

We had a great time visiting family and attending graduation. We sat in the yard enjoying the thick, green grass without any red ants (my mortal enemy number 1), completed my birthday month with the infamous strawberry cake, visited with my brother and sister-in-law, who are now expecting (YEAH!), and saw my best friends, (Raeanne) from home, new foal. Enjoy the pictures!