We have been gone for 10 days in the mountains, but first there was a stop in Charlotte NC. You have to say “Charlotte” with a long drawn out southern accent or it just isn’t right. We toured some fancy homes.
I decided on this home, but William said it was too much of a fixer upper on the inside and wouldn’t buy it.
While waiting for a tour in the house, we met a couple who were from Hannibal, MO. I was born there, which is why Hannibal is famous. Not because Mark Twain was born there. Anyhoo, the man asked what my maiden name was and I said, “Shrewsberry” and he said he has heard of that family. And I said, “Yeah, you probably did.” And it probably wasn’t good.
Much to our surprise the girls didn’t enjoy the walking tours.
Then later they got over it and started enjoying themselves.
Then I did a horrific thing. I milked a cow. In public. In front of the girls. This is the second most embarrassing thing I could have done in front of my children. The first is saying the word “pee”. I said that too.
Then it was all over. The kids were done. Very done.