You get a line, I'll get a pole honey

My weekend was a blur.

I woke up this morning with a fuzzy memory of singing for 2 1/2 hours the night before at a lovely little diner in Staunton. I layed in bed putting together my thoughts as the sun peaked through the bedroom window (I leave the shades up so the sun can fall on me in the morning.....you can imagine how this goes over with my sleepover partner)

As the sun rose I realized that I had acomplished a dream. My first "real" gig. It went better than I could have expected and I just feel so.....blessed. It's the only word how to describe the way my life has turned.

Then I quickly remembered that I told my Dad (who came into town to see me sing) that I would have breakfast ready at 9:00am. Did I mention that I didn't have a thing at the house that I said would be on the menu?

After spending the morning catching up and sending off, Andrew and I went over to his sisters house, bummed food and laundry services and spent the entire day fishing in the pond behind her house.

It was a day much needed and thankfully I had my little camera phone on hand.

I'm ready for another day off tomorrow and a birthday this week! (how can 26 sound so much older than 25?) xoxo