I think they're still mad about it. Now they are imprisoned in a pen and forced to watch ducks and cranes in the retention pond thirty feet away over the fence.
Our life has suddenly turned into my very own "Tale of Two Cities." One I still one dearly and one I'm trying to love.
This past Mother's Day weekend I treated myself to the present of spending three days and nights in the one I love dearly. Massey and I drove up Friday and arrived around six.
It was hands down, one Mother of a Day!
Bonus points, my Lost Boy came by after work to join us.
I never knew you could miss someone so much who used to get on your nerves so bad...but I surely do.
Massey and I went the next day to her best friend's graduation party, and spent a few hours there.
I know this move has been hard on me but has been extremely hard for Massey. She has no friends here. She's finishing her last semester of college online so doesn't have the advantage of socializing with other students or any way of making friends.
Here's how lucky I am.
After the graduation party, we packed up and headed to my old favorite (airport) manager's house to spend the night with him and his partner to meet the two pups (Boxer/Hound mix) they recently rescued.
I'm thinking the first wine cork popped about five minutes after we got there. The popping rarely stopped the entire visit.
It was an awesome visit with an over abundance of hospitality.
Massey got up early, had breakfast with her graduated bestie and hung out together for a few hours.
At noon, we all met up at Mother's Kitchen for one last meal together before heading back to the city I'm trying to love.
It's my absolute favorite restaurant. It's down an alley, with no sign or marked entrance. You walk through the two screen doors and are immediately greeted by everyone.
She even made the cover of the county magazine.
The menu changes every day but is always fresh, homemade and served up by Mama herself. She is in the kitchen at the stove and hollers out from the back, "Who's next" then you verbally place your order back to her.
Then you go sit down and quickly your plate is delivered, piping hot from her stove top.
My sister was there, with her son. Massey met us there with her graduated bestie. My Lost Boy was there (Mother absolutely loves Zachary) and my former manager even drove down from Kennesaw to have lunch with us.
There is nothing better than sitting down to a meal prepared with love.
It was so much fun. It was hot as a firecracker that day but well worth the sweating. If you're a TWD fan, is an awesome experience.
After the TWD creeping we all split ways. He headed back to Kennesaw and we headed back to my sister's to pack up and leave for Orlando.
My Lost Boy went with us to creep on the Zombies and dropped him off on our way back to O Town after packing up.
That was a hard to take goodbye.
But I'm happy he has survived on his own, never thought he would... but did.
I miss him, I miss my sister and I miss my home.
It was an awesome weekend with so many people who I love, and always will.
I guess, suppose and hope they all feel the same way about me.
We're In Florida to stay. It's a fact.
I love the weather and sun; it's where I've always wanted to live. I just never knew how much I would miss home.
Truly a Tale of Two Cities.
Til next time..COTTON