John and Sean's Visit

Let me not overlook the fact that Sean and John came for a visit over MLK weekend. Bryan was ecstatic to have his boys in for the weekend. (I was, of course, too). They both arrived Thursday night. We went out for a quick bite to eat and then the boys took off for the evening. They had bigger and better things to do than hang out with boring preggo.

So I dropped them off to see Cowboy Troy. For those of you who don't know ... he's a pretty big deal. (Actually, no, he's not.)

I went home to bed.

2am strikes and the 'boys' come tearing into the house laughing and ranting about whatever trouble they got into that night.

I laid patiently in bed for them to quiet down.

Then, my bedroom door flies open, the cats scatter off of the bed in fear, lights turn on - I throw back my covers about to give Bryan hell for waking me up - and there stands poor John like a deer in headlights. He was looking for a bathroom. He apologizes profusely ... I try to assure him it's okay that he woke me up.

Then he gets a shit-eating grin and says, "Well, since you're up - let me show you what I got."


Anyone notice what's out of place in this picture? Let's start by the massive, tacky, belt buckle ol' city boy is wearing. Yes - that IS the Cowboy Troy's belt buckle. John should be ashamed.

He wore it the rest of the weekend with Bryan's camo Agri Supply hat. John looked like he was at home down here in Statesboro ... other than his city boy shoes with Matthew immediately made him trade in on Saturday for some Georgia Boots. There. All set.

We had a great rest of the weekend. Friday the Bryan, Sean, John, and the belt buckle went skeet shooting (pictures to come) and we headed off for a steak dinner in Savannah. We spent the day working in the yard and on the cars Saturday morning and headed to Matthew and Robbie's for our shower. Sunday we all stayed in comfy clothes and watched movies, football and ate El Sombrero.

Monday morning, Sean headed off for his long drive home. John and Bryan went golfing and then we took John to the airport.

He was still wearing his Cowboy Troy belt buckle...