After eating, we climbed in the rental and drove east on I-10, also known in marketing circles as The Land Starbucks Forgot. I left Gulf Breeze thinking "I'll grab a coffee in an exit or two." Three hours later, I'm in Tallahassee and still haven't had coffee.
Tomorrow morning we meet our lawyer. It makes me feel like a rock star to have a lawyer named Madonna. It also conjures up quite a mental picture, so I'll be sure and fill you in.
Actually, carrying these girls around is enough to make one feel like a rock star. They gather more attention than Bono at a refuge camp. The favorite comments so far are "Are they twins?" and (muttered under their breath in reference to Kelsey....) "Look at her - already in her jeans. Makes me sick!"."