Headed to Savannah.
Gotta love a place where there are that many squares, late night ghost tours, and you can legally walk down the street with a ‘toter’ in your hand.
These adorably fluffy Betsy Johnson socks are keeping my feet warm in the car.
I ate a Waffle House breakfast for the first time since I moved away from SC.
(Yeah, my white trash was showing but I don’t give a damn. I freaking love Waffle House!)
Talking Heads on the radio as we drive through the cotton fields of North Carolina. (teeny little ‘squee’)
Imma have a little nappy now. Don’t wake me till we’re in South Cackalacky. That way I’ll miss all the annoying South of the Border billboards.