ROAD TRIP
Ugh. Waking up in Savannah after a very fun night out on the town was difficult. I think I will go as far as to say…it was a struggle or “struggs” as we warmly called it. Sadly, we didn’t have time to indulge our headaches and exhaustion because we had to pack up, check out and head to Middleton Place in South Carolina for a scheduled horse-drawn carriage tour! I was certainly spending a lot of time with horses lately.
We packed up our room (which happened to look like a clothing bomb had gone off in it and only added to our “struggs”)
Before
After
Would you want to pack up this room with a hangover? I think not.
By the time we were actually packed up, in the car and ready to go I was ready for bed again. But onward we went! But, not before I wrote on Rachel’s twitter page “struggs” to which she replied “super-struggs” and we both smiled.
A few hours later Rachel received this email from her uncle…I have NEVER enjoyed an email more. I’m dying to meet this guy!!
Hi Rach,Just checked @katemcclafferty for the latest LA-ladies’-chinese-fire-drill-teaser but found, instead, Kate’s cryptic “72”. Hmmm…. to 365Til30. Oh no! You eighty-sixed D.C. and Delaware?! I have followed youz guys with Twitter and blogs several times per day for the past week. I sipped morning coffee while TCB, and all the while kept an eye out for the day’s first Tweet. Where are they now and what are they doing? Now I understand why “soap” addicts swoon when a character is written out; I am not ready for “over”.
Only after I’d browsed the hilarious photos in, and digested the text of, “72” did I (finally!) get the meaning of “72”. Duh!, Michael.The following might bring smiles, so I hope you see this email very soon, i.e. early in the “72”. The “strugg” flares sent aloft by Kate and then you left me clueless, very puzzled. What? Is that a place? A thing? Google Earth shrugged; Wiki shrugged; Both Google and Bing seemed pretty sure that I was looking for a band. A Band? OK. Maybe. But no further tweets that morning and none in the afternoon felt …. wrong. The puzzle continued to percolate in my brain. I do like puzzles, but puzzles that seem impervious to my attacks niggle me no end. And so it was, until I happened to mention the pesky “strugg” to a neighbor. He grinned and said, “So you’re STRUGGling with strugg?”. Yeah…… Oh… Now I get it. Puzzle had fallen but there was no joy here, because I then understood that Kate was struggling and Rach was super-struggling but I didn’t know the root problem. WTF?! Nothing to do but stake out Twitter; I pitched a bloody teepee on its doorstep. Finally: “And all is good again”. That’s not all I wanted to know but it’s what I most wanted to hear. I can wait for the rest.
God speed, Rach, Kate and Herb.
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BEST EMAIL EVER
Day 16, Part 2 Middleton Place up next…
365til30.com 
That is an incredible email!!
Isn’t it the best?!? hahah
Is that the same room?????
That is frickin hilarious!
Haha!! He was really working at it. Glad he got there. 🙂
My friends & I go for “struggin” which is pretty close, I guess eliminating the “le” really makes us feel better.
..And. I cannot imagine riding in a horse-drawn carriage with a hangover. Of all the things to cure a headache.. Pretty sure that’s not on the list!
Life can be a series of struggs. Yes, the clothing bomb- the kids in my life use that term. It used to be a hint that “Dad’ should do the laundry. Counterhint: He/she who wears the clothes, needs to disarm own clothing bomb.
I hope your carriage tour was calming to the nerves.