It all started Saturday morning. #6 WM (Wild Monkey) was having her dance recital in Tupelo.
We decided to take WMs #s 4 and 5 with us to see her.
This is a conversation on the way:
PapPaw: #4 give #5 your pillow
Give him your pillow
Give him your pillow.
#4 to #5: Fine here, but I sleep with that pillow and I slobber on it.
Now just let me say that I am a teetotaler. And I was raised Southern Baptist. My mother hated alcohol. Hated it. I never had even a sip of it until I was in college. After David and I married, I never ever drank anything, probably went for 15+ years without drinking anything. It was sort of a conviction I had...but the coast did something to me...'cause I had a few Margaritas down there..and let's just say that at Chili's, I had this:
We left Chili's and I was, quite frankly, high as a Georgia pine, or tight as a tick. I was happy and feeling no pain or no dread for a 4 hour dance recital...until we pulled into the venue. A church. Uh oh.
I have done a lot of things in my wild younger days, but I have never gone to church tight. As I was walking in and pondering the situation I realized that it was a former church building (stained windows still there) that had been turned into a performance hall. Whew. I'm really trying to live a good life..I am. But I'm human.
I enjoyed the recital immensely and the Margarita really helped sitting through a thousand little girls dancing...really the Mamas should all get their money back....no body was in sync...nobody.
#6 looked cute in her Big Bird costume.
Oh and of course a dance recital in Tupelo Mississippi would not be complete without Elvis.
And I won't even go in to Tuesday....but today was better....
Was it worth it? Gosh that Margarita was good....