Well, as predicted, my heart nearly did melt last night on my flight to Richmond when I heard my first genu-ine Southern accent in months.
Upon arriving home, my mother greeted me with a Chicken Pot Pie, Brunswick Stew, and two Pumpkin Pies. (I don't know why I capitalized all of those things, but I feel as though they deserve it.)
I discovered that my parents now have a washer and dryer that is something out of The Jetsons. (I had no idea something like that could have so many buttons!)
I bit the bullet and got my hairs did. It was something like eight inches off? I keep getting surprised every time I see my reflection. Obligatory photograph:
I went to lunch at The Chickahominy House with my super awesome surrogate mother/friend Mrs. Perry. Our conversation included such things as ridiculous stories from my summer, music, boys, and Lord Byron. Of course.
And this evening, after a slice of Pumpkin Pie, I made a stop by Chapel's choir practice and lots of hugs ensued. I sat by my mom in the soprano section, and never have two people giggled more during an anthem. (I was previously under the impression that we mature as we age... I guess not. Thank goodness.)
And now, my dear friends, I am currently sitting in the coffee shop of coffee shops: Aromas. Sippin' on a lavender tea, making snarky internal comments regarding William and Mary students, and writing this to you out there.
Yall have a lovely evening. I have to go pick my mom up from choir practice.