Aunt Eunice at her best
Hi y'all! As you know, I've been out of town for several months (I'll talk about that later). Upon my return I was shocked to find that my niece, Shaa-ren, is fast becoming a famous author-in-the-making from her debut novel, Lady and the Sea. Just before I left town I ran into her at the Piggly Wiggly buying a gallon of sweet tea and fried green tomatoes from the deli. Well, things have changed. Yesterday I saw her at 14 Carrot Natural Food Market filling her basket with Zacharia bread and stuff I can't even pronounce. But that's not all! She had her very own nutritionist with her, reading labels and explaining the value of each ingredient. I can tell you right now that I have better things to do with my time! Speaking of me ...
I know you've missed me but I am proud to share with you that I have been on my own personal journey. My friends told me that once I retired I needed to purchase one of those big motor homes and go see the USA. Well, that's exactly what I did and I've returned home a changed woman. Without going into details, I'm downright flabbergasted at the shape of this country. For example, every time I pulled into one of those KOA camp sites, I would invite my RV neighbors over to sit by my campfire to roast marshmallows, sip sweet tea and tell a few ghost stories. I guess there's a ritual called BYOB, so within an hour, everyone was dancin' around the campfire singing Sweet Home Alabama. But that's not the half of it. Without fail, as the songs became a bit more risque, an old geezard would cozy up to me and whisper, "Hey, gorgeous, ya wanna ... " I can't repeat the course of the conversations, but I realized after eight states of the same behavior that it is very dangerous for a beautiful woman like myself to travel alone. Let this be a lesson to all my lovely friends out there in Blogland.
I'll share more of my adventures on the road as time goes by, but right now I need to go outside and wash the Arizona dust off my candy-apple-red RV motor home. Until next time, keep splatting Vaseline on that pretty face of yours if you want your man to whisper sweet nothin's in your ear.