Tomorrow at this time I'll be on my way to the Redneck Rivera... otherwise known as Myrtle Beach. That means about three hours before right now, tomorrow, I'll be frantically packing up myself and the Hubster. I forgot to pack his underwear one time-- you think he'll let me forget this time? Maybe he'll just start packing himself.
Tonight, date night, we will be dining at Mucho Mexico with a few other friends and couples and after that my sister is going to cut the Hubster's hair. She isn't a hair stylist by trade-- she just learned to groom dogs with my Aunt Arlene when she was in high school and says cutting people's hair isn't that much different. She now cuts his hair, my father's hair, and her boyfriend's hair exclusively.
The Hubster wants to look, "fresh-to-death" for the beach. We've got to stop watching "Jersey Shore."
But speaking of that little screen gem, "Jersey Shore," the Hubster and I have decided that no one can really make fun of Southern people anymore, can they? We're all equal now. Thanks to the power of TV all of us people in the South, who grew up thinking that we were backwards can now feel that we've been vindicated. We know your dirty little secret UP NORTH. How does it feel to have your own version on a Redneck?
But I digress, tomorrow will start our first day of our annual marathon vacations. First Myrtle Beach and then onto the Anna Victoria in Emerald Isle.
The following week I go back to work. I am not sure how I feel about this prospect. I neither dread it or relish it... happily I have a brand new co-worker that I'll be working with and I'm very excited. We met yesterday for a few hours and discussed our plans for the coming school year. I'm very pleased.
I'm hoping to come home from the beach with a good number of photos and stories. Stay tuned.
But before I leave, I heard a very funny and unfortunately true story...
So we were at Cousin Micheal's barn enjoying a fish fry and celebrating Cousin Wayne's birthday about a week ago when one of the guests starting talking about his sister-in-law, the Sunday School Teacher. The people around this fellow were laughing and acting like they understood the whole story-- my parent's included.
I being nosey, had to find out what was funny...
So here it goes... A few weeks ago a man from Carolina Beach found himself in the lower portion of the county-- a good hour and 30 minutes from home. He parked his Lexus on a little back road and decided to take a walk-- Naked as a jaybird, excepting the red baseball cap he wore on his head! He would later say that he was "exploring the universe." He walked or better yet, explored to the end of the road and made his way onto Devil's Race Track Road, where the Sunday School Teacher and her family lives and broke into her house.
How this man walked down the road naked a pretty good ways and no one said anything is still a wonderment to me, but then again, people tend to mind their business and I don't know anyone that would want to question a naked stranger man. Do you?
So the naked man broke into the house and decided that he had to use the bathroom. He found his way to the Master Suite where a bathroom was located-- but instead of doing his business in the proper place, he took a nice big number two right on top of the Sunday School Teacher's bed! He used her granddaughter's stuffed animal as toilet paper. I think he then got himself a snack from their kitchen.
Upon leaving that house he explored some more, found his way onto another road and got himself noticed when he tried to break into some more houses and a car. Eventually the police were called. The naked man decided that the best place for him to hide was at an open well nearby. He jumped into the well and stayed there until the police and fire crews pulled him out. I read about the naked well man in the paper a few weeks back, but had no idea that this man had gone and done his business at someone's house. No, that little tid-bit was left out of the papers!
While all this was going on, the Sunday School Teacher was discovering the gift left for her and when the police came to question her and take a look around that was when she made them an offer. According to her brother-in-law she pleaded with the policeman to bring the naked man to her so she could kill him. When the police told her that he wasn't at liberties to do such, she then said, "well then, I'll go to him and kill him at the jailhouse." I'm pretty sure she was serious too.
I can't say that I blame the woman. Right after I burned my bedding, the mattress and the frame, I'd be casing the jailhouse myself.
They family had to empty out their refrigerator, freezer and practically Clorox the whole entire house and probably repair where the man broke in. Apparently this man has done this sort of thing before. I was told that the had priors and that police were looking into his mental health.
When you think you've heard it all...
Have a good weekend y'all!
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