Back. But Not Really.

Well, hello there. Sorry about the seven day hiatus. Hugh and I have been in Pensacola for Brittany and Dave's wedding weekend. It was a perfect celebration. So perfect that we celebrated for four days. In fact, there was so much celebration that I partied myself sick. Sick as in, I feel like I have the plague.

So, I'll be back later this week with a full recap, because this weekend deserves a detailed post. In the meantime, I'll leave you with an image of my oldest and dearest:

These are the friends who remind me there's no place like home.

I'll be back soon with the details! Until then, I'll be drinking lots of fluids and popping vitamin C, even though Hugh thinks my homeopathic treatments are fake. Whatever, Hugh. Get back to me when you're a doctor.

Side note: The photo above is borrowed from facebook. I would put up one of my own photos, but here's the thing: during the ceremony on Saturday, someone went into the locker room at the Country Club, took my camera out of my bag, and stole the memory card. The memory card that contained six hundred photos of the previous two and half days of celebrating Brittany and Dave. To say I was furious and devastated would be accurate. And that's all I'm going to say about that.