For the second year in a row, we’ve been hurricaned out of our fall break vacation. We were supposed to spend part of the week in the Isle of Palms, our favorite beach just outside of Charleston and then a couple of days in Savannah, but Mother Nature said forget that. Instead, we hunkered down at home for the week. We were disappointed, but determined to still have a great week here.
Looking through all the photos from this past week, it is obvious that we did indeed have a great week and essentially a rather redneck staycation.
The Yeti stayed iced down all week on the deck and hasn’t left yet.
Since the Thursday before Fall break, the Yeti has been on the deck filled with drinks that are ice-cold. Since the deck is just steps from our bedroom, we have literally treated it as our own personal mini-beverage center.
Not only does the Yeti find residence on the deck, but also the pop-up tent and television.
The pop-up tent found a new home on the deck shielding the television we drug out there to watch football on. We have a television, a tent and a Yeti on our deck. Don’t forget – we also have that sweet walking track just below our deck (a.k.a. the filled-in pool). Redneck central up in here.
You wake up one morning to find wrestling figurines donning your kitchen cabinet knobs.
The Thursday before Fall Break officially kicked off, the man of questionable honor arrived in town for the weekend. A pitcher of margaritas and a pitcher of beer later, the man of questionable honor, Grunt, Nicky and myself found ourselves emptying the Yeti on the deck and rehashing the good ole days until the early morning. The following morning, I found the decorative accents the man of questionable honor had left.
You bribe your son to babysit in exchange for replacing the broken car window he came home sporting.
It was a lucky day for Bill when he called me that Thursday before fall break to tell me he had busted out one of his car windows. Fortunately for him, I had already deemed it fall break as the man of questionable honor had arrived as noted above. Therefore I was already two beers in. He got off with a night of babysitting, which from the looks of the house when we got home was more like a night of art class with the Circus.
Your four year old child takes their first picture where it appears they could be drunk.
Your kid asks to play the piano, so you tell her sure, play this brick one here. Days later as you’re looking at the pictures, you realize there’s a beer bottle under said piano and the look on her face could lead someone to believe it was her beer bottle. I swear y’all, I really am a decent mother.
“Living with you is often like living in the fraternity house again.”
Grunt came into my office one morning during fall break and said that “Sometimes living with you is like living in the fraternity house again. Beer cans tend to show up in random places.”
Here’s to successful redneck staycations.