We’ve eaten spicy food, we’ve gone on many, many walks… this kid just refuses to leave the friendly confines of Mrs. YHT’s midsection. Well the adorable little squatter is in for quite a surprise this weekend, as our doc has decided it’s time to induce. Eviction party starts Saturday night. Wish us luck, y’all.
Heading to Siesta Key to visit some grandparents/get some sun/pray that we don’t come home to a flooded downstairs bathroom. There’s some really great stuff I can’t wait to share with you next week. Here’s a hint. Here’s another. Until then, some Booker T.
In a few hours, I’ll hop in my Honda Fit, which is fitted with tires the size of roller skate wheels, and drive north, directly into this winter storm that people have been talking about for days. Basically what Dennis Quaid did in The Day After Tomorrow to rescue Jake Gyllenhaal. Why? Because this is America, and a little I-95 Slip ‘n Slide ain’t gonna stop me from spending Thanksgiving with Mrs. YHT and the merry band of Harrisburgers she calls her extended family.
If anyone needs me this weekend, I’ll be in the Land of Lincoln crossing #12 off this list.
As a side note, I’ve been prepping for the trip by listening to Sufjan Stevens’ Illinois album, which I hadn’t heard all the way through in ages. I’ve lost touch with Stevens’ music in recent years, and I’d forgotten how bonkers-good Illinois is. Makes me wanna give The Age of Adz another shot.
I’m back in Corolla, NC this week, and while I’d planned to post normally, some spectacularly spotty Internet is making me want to tear my hair out has complicated things slightly. I’ll be back with some fun stuff next week. In the meantime, I hope y’all have wonderful and safe holiday weekends.
My family’s annual beach week starts tomorrow, and my sister’s husband emailed the video above to us soon-to-be attendees to illustrate his pre-OBX mindset, saying “This pretty much sums up how excited I am for beach week.”
Right there with ya, Brian.
I’m not sure what’ll happen YHT-wise next week. Maybe I won’t post. Maybe I’ll post twice a day. Haven’t decided. What I do know is that I’m ’bout to drive to North Carolina, drink a bunch of Yuenglings, put on Aretha Franklin’s “Chain Of Fools” and find a raccoon to dance with.