I’m not sure if I’m talking about this …
… This pretty little Michigan rest area.
Or the fact that I am home.
Where I think I will stay.
Made a back-in-a-flash trip to see Michigander Sister.
Michigan is turning. Autumn color is popping out all over.
I took exactly four shots. All at this rest area.
So unlike me.
We were too busy laughing and chattering. Cooking and talking
trash books. Trying on clothes and swapping out earrings. Giggling. Combing through family photographs.
I might’ve snort-laughed a time or two.
In other words, we were doing what sisters do.
The menfolk were shaking their heads and smiling.
Miss you already, Michigander Sister.
I tried not to eat the Blueberry Salsa for breakfast. Liar, liar. Pants on fire.
P.S. Michigan has a lot of pretty little rest areas where you can stretch your legs, and run the dog, and stick a buck or two in a vending machine and get a chocolate chip ice cream sandwich. I totally did not do that.
Did not. Did.