I Just Called to Say...

My friend Ashley from Charlotte came to visit. We were buds when we were only two years old. We used to hang out together at the gym while our mamas worked out.

Actually, Ashley lives in Oklahoma now. Her family moved there when we moved to Atlanta. I guess she couldn't stand the thought of living in Charlotte without me.

Last week, Ashley's family stayed at our house on their way home from Disney World. It was cool to hang out again. After they left, I kept talking about how funny Ashley is; how she made me laugh. I think Mama noticed I kept talking about her.

Mama: "Do you like Ashley?"

Me: "Yeah."

Daddy: "Do you wanna kiss on her?" (He means "kiss her". He throws an "on" in there to improve the cadence.)

Me: mumbling

Mama: "Huh?"

Me (sheepishly): "Yeah..."

Mama: "Do you want Ashley to come visit again?"

Me: "Well I can't kiss her over the phone..."

Smokey Mountains

We spent last weekend in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee. It was about a three hour drive from our house. We had to drive through North Carolina, my home state, to get there. I was excited to see my home state again, even if all I saw was pavement.

The place we stayed in Tennessee had an indoor water park where we swam the first day. It also had an outdoor playground where we played every day. Other than that we just slept in and hung out.

On our drive home through Smokey Mountain National Park, we pulled over and took a little hike. While McKenzie fell in the mud, Daddy and I took pictures.

After we got over the mountains and were driving back through North Carolina, I got the urge to go. Daddy said he'd pull over when he found a respectable looking gas station or restaurant. There wasn't much to choose from, though. A few miles later I warned him it was an emergency. "I'm bound to go in my pants," I urged. He pulled over at the next station. Crisis averted.