Adventure. That sums it up quite nicely. We hung out at a Winston Salem antique shop and found out that the owner’s son is going to run for President on the Christmas platform (because, really…who would vote AGAINST Christmas? its like opposing Santa Claus and Jesus all at once… yes, thats what he said. not me. He might just have a point. A good one at that.).
We got lost in a graveyard (um, seriously?! who does that?) and our excuse was [cough] that we were trying to find her great-grandmother’s grave. But, um, it was more like we tried to find a detour when our road was closed, then tried to find a detour, then ended up in the graveyard, and couldn’t figure out how to wind our way out of it.
We splashed around in the creek. The muddy, muddy creek. The creek with a swing in it. The creek that was bitter cold. The creek with the prettiest little smile on its face. Well, and actually, Hailey splashed around in the creek. And Hailey smiled more than the creek did. Me? I perched precariously on the crumbling bank and hoping I didn’t end up falling into the cold cold muddy muddy water. Cuz my camera might not like that.