First, before I even get to what the post is about, I just want to say thanks to everyone that had kind words to say about my “blogsestential” crisis. We all go through those types of things sometimes, and it is nice to get that proverbial pat on the shoulder. Muwah!
Now, on with the show!
Recently someone told me that they read my blog and what I said about my trip to NC for Thanksmas, and they thought it was pretty funny. I told them that I undoubtedly left a lot of shit out, basically because I was so worn down when I got back, that it was best to just move forward. But, today, I was listening to my voicemails on my mobile, and I totally remembered what that “skipped message†I kept leaving in my inbox was all about. It was a call from my Grandma (who I totally love, but this is just too good not to share), inquiring where James and I were at; because we were supposed to be at her house like 10 minutes before she called. The message went something like this:
