SHE WROTE: Bob Shops
It was quite a day. We spent the morning trying to explain the partnership to the image consultant, and then tonight I find the Cherries have found the perfect description in the news item about Golan and Aochan complete with a photo that we should use on our books:
This afternoon, Bob drove me around and showed me what the land around Agnes's house looked like, and now I know why she bought it because it's beautiful. Also, Hilton Head is cold and I hadn't brought a kicking-around jacket so Bob took me into a store that had sweatshirts and even helped me find one. Yes, folks, Bob shopped. You tell him what you want--a sweatshirt that zips up the front--and he finds it. "This one?" "No, that's depressing." "How can a sweatshirt be depressing?" "It's gray." The only other one I could find was a pink one that said "Hilton Head," but I have some standards. And then over on the other side of the store they had some that were green or orange (somebody insane picked those colors) but they said "Life is Good," and face it, I've got a damn good life, so I bought a green one. And Bob never even tapped his foot. This is a good guy.
Oh, and here's the window in my bedroom when I woke up this morning:
And let's hear a big round of applause for Bob who found the place. Essentially, he's doing everything right.
Of course, we haven't been in a car together for longer than forty-five minutes yet, so stay tuned.
You know, we can't keep up this insane blogging pace. I'm just telling you, don't get to expecting daily posts because sooner or later, we're going to drop in our tracks.
I'd write more but there's a pool table up here and I'm going to go play. All by myself because everybody else went to bed, but solo pool is very Zen.
Jenny, who is currently At One with a bag of trail mix and a diet root beer. The glamour of it all.