But now I am here.
Yes, I am now officially nineteen! I think I'm still young enough to enjoy the thrill of being a year older. I know it won't last too much longer.
Our trip down here was quite normal - the kids were tired and cranky at times, we got lost somewhere in Maryland (MapQuest messed up), and we were extremely thankful to be out of the van. We spent Friday night at a hotel in Maryland, and I was delighted to discover that we were situated right next to a MALL, of all places. Wonder of wonders, Dad actually suggested that some of us ladies go shopping that evening. He thought I might like to pick out something for my birthday. Well, maybe you all don't know my Dad well enough, but he usually barely tolerates shopping expeditions. So to have him actually encouraging me to go to the mall would be like Mom telling William to go ahead and smear applesauce all over the living room couch.
Anyway, Mom and I ended up spending the evening at Macy's. We had a WONDERFUL time, trying on tons of clothes and having the endless "Does this look nice on me/is this color flattering/is the fit right/do you think I should get this" conversations. We both ended up getting some nice things. It was a wonderful birthday treat. Really, the fun part was getting to do it with Mom. She is normally too busy to do any shopping other than grocery, so it was really special.
Are you wondering yet where the squished kiwi comes in? Well, being the health-conscious person that I am, I tossed a ripe kiwi in my overnight bag just before we left the house. After a day of being tossed around in the car (and probably sat on by multiple people) the kiwi was in a sad state. When I opened my overnight bag that evening, I was horrified to find green goop all over the bottom of my bag. My Streams in the Desert devotional book was ruined, and several other items had to be washed off thoroughly. It was a pretty horrific experience, and I think I might have developed an anti-kiwi complex.
We spent most of Saturday sitting in the car. Enough said. However, since it was my birthday, we got some Duck Donuts as soon as we arrived on the Outer Banks. For those of you who may be slightly confused, these doughnuts were not made out of ducks - the company is called Duck Donuts.
Ever since I first tasted a warm, freshly made Duck Donut, I have firmly believed that they are the best tasting thing on this planet. Period. This year, I had mine chocolate-glazed with shredded coconut on top.
We had our first beach excursion that night. Mom was able to get a few pictures!