Sounds lovely. Especially since my friend volunteered her 15 year old daughter to help watch my daughter.
I began picturing myself languishing about and alternately living it up like Don King.
Then Jean says, "Oh, and bring your machete."
WHAT?!! Where are these people taking me??!!
Turns out, we were headed deep into the woods of Alabama.
No. My side is not hurting me. (Unless you count the machete
poking me in the ribs.)
BTW: That machete wouldn't cut hot butter. Nor would it bruise
the leaf of a briar bush.