Well, we made it. Out of the house, that is.
I honestly don’t know where to begin. Of course, I must think of you (dear reader) when attempting to explain how excruciating a military move is.
If you are military can I please hear an “Amen, Sister!!!”
If you’re not military – well, I’m going to have to think of some good gory analogies. I’ll make that my little mental assignment while I’m driving through Georgia and half of Alabama tomorrow.
We departed Camp Lejeune last night and got as far as Wilmington.
Today we drove from Wilmington to Aiken, South Carolina. We are staying at the Country Inn And Suites and of course, we take up two whole rooms because fire codes restrict seven people from sharing the same room. Even if most of them are under three feet. Um-hmm. Whatever. Of course, little Paprika (who would be excellent in detecting smoke and would probably save us all from dying of poison gas inhalation) has been banished to the van. Poor little thing.
Turns out that when they say “pets are welcome!!” on the CIAS national website, they only mean IF and WHEN each independent franchise permits it.

See? This is inside reporting. I am at this moment sitting cross-legged (in the dark) on my bed typing this with my thumbs on the rediculously tiny keyboard on my iPhone.

Oh yes. Little do they know at the front desk that they have a rogue Military wife on her last nerve – who’s typing away ( with thumbs) and will push “publish” in just a matter of minutes….
Sigh.
Smile.

Here are some pics. There’s my kitchen, all ready to meet it’s next Marine Spouse. Be kind to her, dear kitchen. She needs it. And while you’re at it, could to tell the exhaust fan to work already?
The other pic is of our journey, and was taken near the NC/SC border.

Well, better go, friends. My thumbs have had it.

Night.