Summer Vacation. Or Not.

Holy cow I'm tired.

We've been on vacation all week.  Ha!  Vacation, what a misnomer!

We drive 10 hours from NC to OH.  We usually get in late and get up late the next morning.  This one day, when we do nothing and go nowhere, is what fools us all into thinking this is a vacation.

The next day we go up north 3 hours to visit Mammaw and play at the lake where Hunk O Man grew up, and see his sister, and come back that night (that would be 6 hours driving that day).

Then we leave the next day for IN.  We spend the next 6 days there -- but some of us are in Indy, some in Bloomington, some in Bloomfield.  And when I say Indy, I mean sometimes Castleton, sometimes Noblesville, sometimes Carmel, sometimes Westfield, sometimes Fishers, and sometimes downtown.  Sometimes several in one day.  Bloomington is an hour south of Indy.  Bloomfield is an hour and a half south of Indy.

Every day is different.  Every day is a scramble to see who has which car and which part of the city or state they'll be in, and who's staying where.  Thank God we have free Sprint-to-Sprint or we'd owe Sprint an amount which would rival the national debt.

Then we drive back to OH (which is now 3.5 hours from where we are in IN).

And we have ice cream and then go home the next day (that would be the 10 hours back to NC).

So the question here is simply this:  was that a vacation?

Well, all I know is that the food has been good, the friends priceless, and as long as I get in a visit to Hobby Lobby before we leave, I'm happy.

And my mama cooks.  THAT, my friends, is a vacation.

xoxoxox