Spring Break, In Pictures

(my peach tree)

Finally! Spring break is over and I'm home for a couple of days! A couple of days ...

Last week was spent in several places, which I'll be telling with pictures, where I can. First, FYI, I'll be leaving again this Thursday morning early and heading back to Louisiana with my mom to attend my cousin's wedding. So the blogging speed bumps continue.

Monday of last week, having slept four hours after work, I rose at noon, stretched in a leisurely fashion, loaded up the Hunny's truck and drove to Dallas. I'd never been to Dallas. While there I stayed with a friend I hadn't seen since high school. Silly me - I didn't get a photo of my friend, Jill. I did, however, get a photo of her adorable little monkey, Elvis. Er, daughter, not-Elvis:


Isn't she cute? Her monkey gave me the grand tour of the grounds, friend Jill being a phenomenal gardener. I squishy heart her shed!


And her monkey's little village, tucked away under the holly tree:


Sweet, eh?


The chimps cried monkey tears on viewing the grave yard (sheer genius, using giant staples for fencing!):


If we had stayed longer, I think the chimps would have enjoyed getting to know this character:


Next morning we munched on yummy peaches and strawberries:


Having said our goodbyes, I drove FOREVER (all of about ten minutes) to meet Trisha at a fancy French eatery. Check out the fare:


That was my breakfast. Here was hers:


Mmmm! And here we are, smiling about our two hour breakfast! It was as though we'd known each other all our lives. If you ever have the privilege of meeting Trisha in real life? Ask her about her dog adventures. Oh my.


Trisha gave me a couple of beautiful book thongs she'd made herself. She forced me to choose from these:


Aren't they lovely?

Next leg of the journey was to my grandmother's, where I spent three relaxing days, smocking, sewing, making pie, catching up with everyone. And not sleeping much. Ugh. Another story for another day. Oh, and seeing my cousin one last time before she's a married woman. Aren't she and my aunt beautiful?


Check out my grandmother's stand mixer (being used to whip up a lemon chiffon pie)!


Not many photos at this point in my travels. But I did get a shot of the truck's windshield. It's spring in Louisiana and the South. Mating season for everything, including bugs. Ew!


And a shot of the Good Flea in her driving glasses:


I absolutely ADORE Zenni Optical! These are prescription sunglasses, only 20 bucks. So much fun!

And that, my dear bloggy friends, is all. Oh! Except for the part about me being allergic to Louisiana and my head being a mess the entire week. And while driving home, I stopped in Paris, Texas, for something for allergies. Popped into a gas station and found a blister pack of Benadryl, so I bought it, opened it and took the contents. Two pills. I don't often take an allergy med. I had no idea that the dose was one pill.

So Paris is about halfway home. About four hours into the trip. You know where this is leading, right? I get another two hours out and am fighting sleep tooth and nail, when I get pulled over for speeding. I love driving up through Oklahoma, as the speed limit on the turnpike is 75. I was doing 83. And when the kind officer with the wonderful southern accent was running my license, I nearly fell asleep.

Don't worry. I only got a warning. Oh, and I'm still alive. Maybe it was the week's worth of travel crap all over the front seat of the truck. Or my disorientation. Who knows?

So another hour up the road I stopped at a shopping strip and took a nap. Half an hour from home. Because I couldn't keep my freakin' eyes open. The moral of this story? Never take two Benadryl when you still have four hours to drive.

I hope that you all had equally lovely spring breaks. I'll see you all on the flip side of the week!

Until I write again ...

Flea