The Palmetto State

Last week I took off Thursday and Friday to make the trek down to South Carolina to meet my parents at the beach.  For the majority of our summers, we have gone to Wild Dunes at Isle of Palms near Charleston,SC.  This year, we stayed in a condo near the beach, since we knew that Andrew would not be able to come and we were just going to be there for a long weekend.

Here's the view from the top balcony.  Basically the only picture I thought to take the whole time:

It was mostly relaxing, except for the time that we realized one of my tires was visibly low and that the cause of it was my tire pressure taker thingy had broken off inside the cap.  Not good.  Two hours and mucho dinero later I had two new pressure sensors and was good to go.  

Unfortunately, Milly could not come on the trip.  I was forced to leave her with her least favorite person ever, as is clearly evidenced by this picture of her in distress. 

It's a little blurry, but I think the agony and fear clearly comes across... 

Actually, I think this face says more of a mix of "He's mine bi-atch" and "I know I can get whatever I want". 

Which leads me to my minor complaint that though I know Milly had a GRAND time spending some one-on-one time with Mr. Mike, I now have to deal with her new habit of whining/barking/circus dog two-leg walking at the area of the counter where she knows the basket with her treats is.  It's almost as if she's wondering why it's 12pm and she hasn't gotten her first bone of the day yet.  Weird.  

I always love Charleston, and wish that I had more time to spend down there.  I'm hoping that Mike and I can make it down there sometime soon (and by soon I mean like, the next year and a half-I have to keep my expectations reasonable).