I'm always interested in slice-of-life vignettes. I love reading day-in-the-life accounts, I love watching raw footage of other people at work. There's something fond about imagining the neat and tidy way some folks live, orderly and rhythmic, even if no one really knows what he/she is going to be doing at 10 o'clock on a Tuesday morning. I've never been very good at ordering my week. I am practically bent on establishing order just so that I can go and bend every rule I just set. Most of my life's breaths are spent trying to quell the perpetual case of antsy pants into which I was born. I am a hyperactive vessel of nervous energy, pirouetting forever in a space that feels too small but which holds too much possibility not to try and change.

In short, I could never tell you what I do, how I spend my days. But mostly, it looks a lot like this:

And yes. That is my arm thrown up like a white flag of surrender behind Baby Girl's head.

My usual modus operandi.

But for the last few days, I can tell you very clearly how I lived and it was sublimely! Loverpants found us a gem of a craigslist getaway retreat kind of place in Bat Cave (!!!), North Carolina. It is down the road from Lake Lure where the late Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey immortalized The Lift.

If you'd like to go to the very place we stayed, where you can sit and read and grill pineapple and smell flowers and pet miniature horses, then I can give you more information.

It was one of the best trips Loverpants and I have ever taken together, and by far our most favorite trip as a FamiLee of four.