We took a whirlwind tour of historic Philadelphia. We came, we saw, we conquered. What most people pack into a half day tour, we took three. (Though my sister says we did finally see everything the tour guide said we should see if we only had half a day...)
My mother would describe the weekend like this: "All we did was eat, eat, eat. I've never eaten so much in my life! If I ate like this everyday, I'd be the size of Pennsylvania! Where's the coffee?"
I would describe the weekend like this: "Oh. My. Gosh! I finally get to break fast. I swear, if I'd known we were only going to eat one meal a day I would have brought lunchables or something! If I keep this eating pace up I'll lose 10 pounds by the weeks end! Anyone seen a cheesesteak vendor anywhere? (And a Starbucks would be nice.)"
Sure, the history and scenery were nice, but unless they promise to feed me next time, this will be my first and last girls history touring weekend. (It couldn't have had anything to do with the fact that I hauled a 15 pound Charming all over heck and gone, could it? BTW, he was fabulous. Quite a trooper, and currently sleeping it off.)
And Melanie, my maid did clean while I was gone. If I hadn't been so exhausted, I would have fainted from shock. (He even loaded the dishwasher....gasp!)