Shit is groovy, y'all. Really, blissfully groovy.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
If some cousin (twice removed) from the veterinarian of General Lee's horse lived in a house and there is a historical marker on it...we are paying admission to see it. Why? Because we are some serious history nerds.
You may be thinking, "Oh, please, Shelbs...we like history too that doesn't make you a nerd."
To that I say "touche"... Big - ole - stinkin - fat -"touche."
Bruiser and I considered calling in sick for work when the History Channel started airing "The Men Who Build America" cause we were giddy as hell. I'm talking 12 year old Justin Bieber style giddy, people.
Hold on, it gets worse. Not only were we watching this series and learning about all these innovators but we are are ALSO pulling up additional facts on the computer about the subject, pausing the TV, relaying the facts to each other and having discussions about them.
at Friday, August 09, 2013 Posted by ShelbsGee
Thursday, August 8, 2013
After Bruiser sobered up enough to be able to drive (LOL, I can't even pretend he ever has more to drink than I do) we got on the road to head to Charleston for a night before making our trip back to DC from our weekend in South Carolina.
Charleston, in one word, is fragrant. I absolutely can not get over the smack of Southern that hits your nostrils the minute you make your way into the city. I wanted to just uproot every Confederate Jasmine plant and bring it home with me (I killed a cactus the other day so I was benevolent enough to know that they wouldn't have a good life with me). I settled for a candle. Umph...City girl.
at Thursday, August 08, 2013 Posted by ShelbsGee
Friday, August 2, 2013
Shelbs ain't scared to rock a cocktail at any point of the day. There is something REALLY decadent and mischievous about having a glass of wine at a random point in the day. I'm not talking about with lunch. I'm talking about before lunch at 11:00 just because you can. Or that awkward period after lunch and before Happy Hours that even bars would judge you for drinking because they are closed and clearly don't think it is okay to do that until 5:00. (Assholes)
That is why I love a vacation. Not because this is a different concept for me. But because the Bruiser will partake. And THAT is why Vacation Bruiser is the best the Bruiser ever.
at Friday, August 02, 2013 Posted by ShelbsGee
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
This is NOT a post of me beating up on Philly. This is a post saying I'm NEVER going to enter any building in that beautiful old city ever. In two months, two different buildings have fallen. I'm not talking shit, I'm talking odds, folks.
at Wednesday, July 31, 2013 Posted by ShelbsGee