It’s the Toe Ring Talkin’

“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

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

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. 1

Try No. 2

Try No. 2

Try No. 3

Try No. 3

defeat

defeat

... and laughter

… 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:

Geri and Terah:  two hot grannies

Geri and Terah: two hot grannies

Terah and her pirate

Terah and her pirate

Although it wasn’t just her that was wild and crazy.

my own sister getting in on the action

my own sister getting in on the action

Geri didn't want to let go

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...

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)

 

 

 

 

Georgia on Our Minds

Thursday is Savannah day.  We go into Savannah at least once on our trip to Hilton Head, and this year it is Thursday.  So that means Thursday is the day we eat at Mrs. Wilkes\’ Dining Room.  We will wait in line for about an hour, telling all the newbies how it is done since we are pros at it now, how they can get a drink from the cooler Mrs. Wilkes sends out for the hot patrons waiting to sit at her table for collard greens and fried chicken and at least ten other dishes not counting the meat loaf and beef stew.  I am salivating even now.

Then we will meander on down to River Street for one of those big apples covered in caramel and chocolate and nuts or up to City Market to see what kind of goodies they have there.

River Street

We know it will be hot because, after all, it is Georgia in the summertime.  But it will be so worth it.