Since I got infected with the "preggers disease," my plans to celebrate my special decades b-day got a liiiiittle foiled. There was no New Orleans with Josh and Petey. There was no Napa with my sweet sister. No No No. Instead...we ended up in good ol' PIGEON FORGE, BABY!
And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way (other than I would have LOVED a cocktail or 6). I had a BLAST. My good friend, Camille, got us set-up in beautiful, 3-story cabin with close to 20 of the dearest people in my life. Check out our home away from home for the weekend:
Not so sure what's going on with the love making swans and deer...but otherwise, it was a classy place!
Josh got me the best present ever for my 30th birthday. And I promise I'm not being sarcastic. It is not physically possible for my cheeks to get any chubbier and happier than in this moment:
My husband knows me so friggin' well :)
We arrived Friday night and things got a little...um..."fun"...shall we say. More details on that on my next blog post. Saturday morning, my sister and I were excited to take Ma on her first ever trip to Gatlinburg! That place is so my cup of tea...everything is corny, fried, and pretty much redneck.
It was the perfect afternoon to walk around, do a little shopping, eat some taffy, and judge all the backwoods folk that hit up the G-burg for vacay. And y'all...I don't mean that to insult because backwoods folk are my kinda people :)
I had to call it quits a few hours into the excursion. My feet hurt and I was sick of looking for a restroom every 6 seconds. BUT...the best part happened on the ride home:
THANK YOU JOSH AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME :)
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