Things have not quite settled down to normal since Dean and I got back from South Carolina last week. South Carolina?! you may ask. Yes, despite our lack of connections and deep suspicions about the south (many of which turned out to be true, gated communities are still called "plantations". Creepy.) we ventured to Hilton Head, SC, Savannah, GA and the surrounding areas. Totally worth the red-eye plane trip. We owe most of the amazing-ness of our vacation to Anne's parents who let us stay with them at Berkeley Hall (golf course, kayaking, fitness center all complementary) and who fed us overly-well.
On Friday, my parents flew out and stayed with us for the weekend. I feel guilty for letting my mom annoy me as much as she does. Annabelle and I have come to the conclusion that in order to repair our relationships with our mothers, we need to start treating like normal human beings instead of like...mom. In other words, more gossiping, less eye-rolling. Dean and I did our best to keep them busy during their trip. We went hiking at Tryon Creek State Park, explored Sellwood, went to a Beavers baseball game
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