Virginia is for lovers...

Virginia is for lovers or so I am told anyway.  Today Shano fulfilled a secret desire he has held since he was a little boy (as if - we all know he was born at 40).  He went to the Virginia Military Institute in Lexington, Virginia.  OK, we merely drove through it but I'm sure it is exactly the same thing as attending it! As we drove, Shano looked longingly at all the military landmarks wistfully wishing he was and old boy from VMI and I was looking longingly at all the antique stores wistfully wishing we could stop for more than the obligatory 1 minute it took to read each monument plaque. Alas we drove on....

Thank heavens Shano wanted to make a full hour stop at the Appomattox court house where the civil war ended.  In that hour as Shano perused the museum, Gracelene and I raced off into town to the antique shops.  Unbelievable!  Liss and Jess, as a trio we could have made a trillion dollars on the things that these people are throwing away as junk. No more Revolve for me, I am addicted to American Antique shops.  I think I might audition to be the third Picker Sister or just start my own cable show called "Fatties With Finds".  I think it could really be a hit. Anyway, Gracelene has had her first lesson in finding old crap and I expect her to go far! She has to have at least one positive thing to follow in my footsteps with as I sure as hell don't want her to marry a Military man or become 40 kgs overweight.  Hey perhaps Grace and I could start a show together called "Gabriel Girls Grab a Bargain".  Catchy eh!?

This great day of missed opportunities came to an abrupt end with Shano and I fighting in the car park of Macdonalds, whilst snitching the free wi-fi to find somewhere to stay for the night. All this was due to our previously booked RV park looking like a scene from Bad Boy Bubby.  The give away was when we couldn't find the office through the long grass and car bodies and I distinctly recall someone yelling "Well don't you look purdy".  As we reversed at great speed out, Shano was sure I had selected it and and I was certain that he had.  Hmmmm. Team Karli or Team Shano - make your choice.  Anyway, we eventually found a great spot only a mere 2 hours down the road and here it is we are, as I type.  Thank God.  For the second time this week I was beginning to practise my ability to squeal like a pig.