“It’s the toe ring talkin’.”
That’s the excuse we gave all week as the Grannies Gone Wild laughed our behinys off over the silliest things.
Grannies
It all started our first day in Savannah as we traipsed around River Street shopping for the just-right item to commemorate our fifth year of going to Hilton Head together. A pretty awesome feat. My friends going with me those many years ago, lifting me up, on my first trip back to the time share that James and I had purchased the year before he died. A milestone step.
We have gone every year since; five in all. And each year we find something to remember the trip with: headbands, coasters, a new beach item like our beach stroller, and always pictures in the sand. Usually it’s our feet. One year we all dressed in black dresses. This year it was this:
toe rings all around
Mine is really a thumb ring but sticking my hand in the midst of all these toes proved to be a daunting task:
Try No. 1
Try No. 2
Try No. 3
defeat
… and laughter
We are never at a loss for laughter on this trip. Making fun of ourselves is usually the biggest laugh. I don’t think we took one picture of Terah sleeping on the beach or at the pool. We just couldn’t destroy her wild, hot granny image this year:
Terah and her pirate
Although it wasn’t just her that was wild and crazy.
my own sister getting in on the action
Geri didn’t want to let go
They all had to have a turn with the pirate.
Lisa wasn’t too sure of him although she was leaning…
They quipped and quoted and witted and wowed me.
Even though I was very skeptical about leaving Steve (after all we haven’t even been married a year!), I can’t wait to go back next year!
Hilton Head Hogbottoms or Grannies Gone Wild or…
(to be continued)
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