Ok, we never do this. never ever. Jackson and I decided last night (Wednesday) that we are going to New Orleans this Friday. Let me preface by saying that Jackson is going for work to check out a new restaurant concept that his company is bringing to Birmingham. He and a co-worker are driving down and then the wives are flying in to meet them for the weekend. Jackson called me from work Wednesday morning (as I was getting Margaret ready for school and myself ready for work-picture oatmeal, mascara and shoes everywhere) to ask if I would want to fly to New Orleans for the weekend. Wha?!? you don't have to ask. book the flight. Now I just need to figure out what to pack for the beautiful 70 degree weather. Did I mention we are staying at the Ritz (this must be on the company's dime or we got one heck of deal-I didn't ask questions). One happy momma here. I can smell the beignets...
ps don't worry about the misfit she will be with her nanna and daddy "boo". I'm pretty sure she loves them a little more than us ;)
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