SPRINGTIME IN SAVANNAH

We’re back from a brief visit with the Mistress of Sarcasm. Inclement weather today - forecasts of baseball-size hail, that kind of thing - plus the threat of another six-hour horrorshow drive, got us back on the road early.

That, plus the fact that the Mistress felt like crap, laid low with a sinus infection.

We spent part of the day yesterday securing medical attention, filling prescriptions for Powerful but Hopefully Effective Medication, and making chicken soup for our baby girl. This is (cue Martha Stewart voice) a good thing. SWMBO’s chicken soup, crowded with matzoh balls, could bring back Lazarus Jesus Terri Schiavo Moishe Rabbenu back from the dead. Yeah, it’s a little early for matzoh balls, but She Who Must Be Obeyed subscribes to the school of “Anytime’s a Good Time for Matzoh Balls.” Kinda like “There’s Always Room for Jell-O.” Thanksgiving, Shavuos, Tisha B’Av Passover - you name it, SWMBO’ll lob a matzoh ball at it.

The weather cooperated long enough yesterday for me to snag a few pictures. Savannah is preternaturally beautiful in the springtime. Just go there yourself if you don’t believe me.