A Honeymoon Saturday

Want to hear something embarrassing??

I accidentally never blogged the last day of our honeymoon.

I discovered this a couple of weeks ago when I was directing someone to the "Our Love Story" tab on the old blogaroo and discovered we apparently never came home. Apparently we DID though, because we've been doing a lot of work at our jobs and at our home.

So, without further ado...the last day of the honeymoon. And thank you for indulging my OCD in completing this story.

In case you don't remember from the time I started this story back in December or January or whenever it was...we spent that last night out in a B&B down in Georgia called The Overlook Inn.

We awakened to a magnificently FOGGY morning on Saturday. We made our way out to the dining area, and while the B&B folks cooked breakfast, we sat at this massive picture window and peeked at the mountains as they disappeared into ever-thickening fog. 

It's an interesting combo to have fall foliage, Christmas decor, and short sleeves all in the same day!

Ryan took advantage of the binoculars...perhaps to see the fog better?

A sampling of our breakfast...a bit of fruit in these tiny glasses. Breakfast was scrumptious and so much food.

Why on earth I think it's a good idea to post a pre-getting-ready picture is beyond me. But we're in love and I didn't care.

Across the street from the B&B was an overlook {hence the name} and even though you could not see a single thing...we felt it was important to have photos there, because, well, it's what we do.

It was the honeymoon. There has to be a kissing picture. {Who are we kidding? Today would be no different!!}

More photo opps around the grounds, before we had to take off for our last leg of the journey. Shorts in December. Sweet corn.

Photo opp on rock, is what I have titled this one.

We started out in Georgia and ended up in Indiana, all in one day. We were bound to get loopy along the way. Like here...when we found the Payless Homes. Is that like Payless Shoes? Just curious.

And the Classic Cleaners - which also doubles as a garage sale - or perhaps sells the clothing of customers who fail to return for it?

Ryan kept asking me if I saw the sign for the Old Fart Porkway. {Old Fort Parkway.} He wasn't trying to say it wrong...it was just one of those things that got twisted up the first time he said it and then he couldn't get it to come out right no matter how hard he tried. Good laughs over that one.

Passing the time by playing games...which included some car karaoke!!

I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES....

We were desperate. Seriously, seriously desperate.

SUCCESS at last!!!! {Taken after our visit to the Starbucks where I may or may not have used the men's restroom.}

After what felt like forever....

The honeymoon was over. We were exceedingly sad about that part, but so excited to be home and ready to start our everyday life together!