Yep, we're here. Under protest. The sugar-white beaches of Antigua begged me to stay. Why, just yesterday, watching the water, I heard several sand particles saying, Gee, this broad ain't too bad. Maybe we can get her to hang out for a while longer.
OK, maybe not. Maybe that was the alcohol talking. But it would be nice if the sand wanted me to stay. And the ocean. And the fish. And the palm trees.
But, three sweet little kids wanted me to come home, more.
Be back with you peeps tomorrow!
Who Am I?
- Coal Miner's Granddaughter
- I am the 40-ish granddaughter of Frank (see header), a fiddle-playing coal miner from West Virginia. I was born and raised in said state and have lived in Georgia since 1994. I have a wonderful husband, three beautiful kids, one cranky cat, and one anxiety-ridden dog.
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5 comments:
Glad you are back!
You've been missed - welcome back!
It's about time. That was really cruel going to the islands while we all had to stay here and work. Hope you had a great time.
-P
Welcome back.
I've heard the sand too. It speaks so loudly sometimes.
Glad you're back and I hope you guys had a wonderful time! It's always lots of fun to get away, but it's great to get back home, too. I just like to sleep in my own bed and pee in my own toilet! lol Anyhow, now we can get "live Heather" and no more memorex.
:) Brenda
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