last night the hubs took me to a hole in the wall in burlington, about 30 minutes away, called the landing zone. it was a dive, we sat at the bar, had horrible service and average food (don't tell the hubs this, he loves it). on the way home we stopped for ice cream at a place called the gnome where when we pulled up the girl serving us just came out of the porta potty (my sister would die).
( i'm super excited for the 'landing zone')
can i tell you we had the the best time? all we did was laugh the whole time like a couple of school kids. when you can laugh your tail off with one person in the middle of nowhere in a place with license plates and posters of labradors all over the walls, served over paper place mats that have 'mountain talk' explain words like 'a fixin' and 'hankerin' to you while you drink beer and eat fried craw fish and would rather be there with him than at any fancy restaurant with all your friends, i think you've found your guy. come to think of it, any relationship i can think of that is a happy one, my parents and sister's come to mind, both partners are pretty hilarious. i think i'm on to something.