Not Going to Happen

This is a post telling you I’m not going to post anything interesting today. (Makes you really want to keep reading, hm?)

I spent the weekend with nearly 20 women from my extended family, ranging in age from early 30s to early 90s. We have a tradition of getting all us old biddies together every May in St. Simons Island, Georgia (though this was my first opportunity to join the fun).

We stayed up late telling stories and laughing (you don’t know funny until you’ve heard a southern woman spin a yarn). We got up in the dark to walk on the beach and watch the sunrise (and try to avoid stepping on the tiny little crabs). We ate Barbara Jean’s crab cakes, red velvet cake, grits, Cordele sausage, collard greens, sweet potatoes, biscuits, pound cake, country ham with red eye gravy, fried chicken, fried shrimp, fried catfish, fried grouper …

After all of that fun and food, I need a day to recover. So pop over to one of the delightful blogs in my blogroll and enjoy yourself. No words of wisdom or wit can possibly work their way out of this grease-soaked brain of mine today!

(A big thank you to Pete for clicking “publish” on my saved posts while I was gone!)

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