I want to tell you about my first time.
It happened in the lobby of the Myrtle Beach Marriott.
We collapsed into the tasteful British Colonial plantation chairs after too many hours on the road. Myrtle was the tail end of a whirlwind roadtrip through the Carolinas that included Asheville, Raleigh, Durham, 5 kids, 4 adults.
And it was hot. Continue reading