Sir and I are heading to St. Louis tomorrow night, we're helping move my grandmother into an assisted living facility, and we'll be there all weekend. All is fine with Miki, but it's just time for that 96 (almost 97) year old broad to have a bit more help. So, off we go. Again.
But, I didn't want to leave you hanging on this great trip, and the word, "swimsuit."
We woke up Saturday morning and the girls enjoyed watching Les Mis. It was even better accompanied by a Bloody Mary. It was my fourth time and I cried like it was the first.
So after Les Mis, we had a bit of sushi for lunch, courtesy of Larry.
Then we had a bit of Speedo giving to the boys. Unfortunately, I can't show you many of those photos. The suits were very skimpy, and the boys were, unused to, um, wearing them. I do think I can get away with showing you one photo:
The rest of the pix just had way too many close ups. But believe me, the boys were good sports and the suits were worth the giggle.
Following the Speedo Fashion Show, we then had
Larry swimming in the river
a good old fashioned game of Apples to Apples
Steak Bites and Crash Hots
a little Justin Timberlake DVD
a little Amy Winehouse DVD, complete with complaints from the peanut gallery
an impromptu trip to Helen, Georgia
a Wild West photo
the obligatory German couple photo
a Chopped competition (won by yours truly!!)
a little facial grooming on the deck
and a final night with tacos and Patron.
Granted, we didn't make it to our "intended" spot, but we made that little house next to the Chattahoochee River our own little haven.