"Are you lost?"

Yes.

Actually, I am.

My sense of direction is something of a wonder. How could someone possibly be so utterly and completely turned around on there own street. It happens.

Three days ago, at five thirty-seven, five adventurous souls set out about half an hour after the intended departure time. We sped down the mountain taking the turns like a genuine high speed rockin' roller-coaster.

Our destination: Union Mills, NC.

Where we ended up: Shelby, NC.

Sweet, deceptive, crime ridden Shelby. How's that? We never made a turn? True. We just stayed straight the whole way down the mountain, never looking to the left or to the right. Yep, we missed our turn.

It wasn't until we were almost in Shelby that we discovered our mistake. Poor Union Mills was deprived of our company for a few hours while we blew time in Boiling Springs, filling our empty tummies with Greek food, while Ashely met up with her old college buddy for dinner. The Greek restaurant was... well, Greek. We didn't even need to imagine My Big Fat Greek Wedding, all the drama was right there. One sister, in a very loud, bossy fashion, was advising her brother (who was thwarted in love) to just, "Get over her!" and the Dad raising his voice above the rest, "One day she says, 'I'm going to the prom.' and today she says, 'I'm NOT going.' What is this!?" Hands held high above his head in utter bewilderment. We were left with the classic mother moment at the register, "That's what happens when you're around people all day..." Perfect.

We were on our way again full and brimming with funny memories.

Would someone else like to continue this rather bumpy narrative? If not, I'll get back to it later.