un.be.liev.a.ble

i am fascinated with how many of you are actually reading this. it makes me feel really cool. disclaimer: i'm not. but please continue to read. like i said, it makes me feel cool.
jessica and i had a fabulous time in winnsboro, the city that never sleeps. first, we went swimming. my 15 year old golden retriever decided to join us. next, we went blackberry picking back in the woods. we took my dad's "badboy buggy," which, let me tell you, is no ordinary golf cart. stats:
camo
four wheel drive
complete with gun rest
ability to go really freakin fast down a very steep hill. oops. that was dangerous.

so we made it to the patch on some land that isn't ours (shhh) and discovered that 99.99999999% of the berries were red. but we, determined to collect enough berries for a teeny tiny tartlett, pressed on and did some major foraging (hence lots of scratches). somehow jessica managed to come out relatively void of bug bites, while i was red all over and frantically searched for benadryl. that stuff stingz.
after our back woods adventure, we made our way to the barn to pet the horses. jessica said: "i've always wanted to comb a horse." so i looked at her, stunned, and replied, "you've never combed a horse?" then we got in a small friendly tiff about whether it was or wasn't abnormal that she had never combed a horse. i lost when cray cray jay showed up and had never combed a horse either.....
afterwards, we climbed to the third story of the barn and looked out over the field and pond. and the back of a red lawnmower than seemed to be stuck in the middle of the field. hm. i then learned that cray cray jay knudsen's nickname (which has spread its way even into the vocabulary of mr. young, director of north village housing and fraternities or something like that) is knoodles. cute, cray cray jay, cute.

we trekked the long 1/16 of a mile back to the house and began a game of scrabble, which luckily this time was not turkish and thus had a normal amount of Ks. the game ended so fast because there was nothing to go off of, and let's just say the scores ended up something like 90, 120, and 30.....i'll leave it to you to figure out who got what. it's not what you think.
after, we flipped a coin to decide between two movies: blow and the a-team. blow won, but after fidgeting with many a wire on the back of both TVs in the house, we realized it wasn't going to happen. and if it had worked, we would have been watching the movie in black and white. we need a new DVD player. so, we watched it on cray cray jay's computer (year, cray cray jay, you are gonna need to get over that i'm only referring to you as such), but jessica fell asleep after approximately four seconds. un.be.liev.a.ble.
so that was our day and night, complete with a papillon, enough blackberries to make a small tartlett in the pre-made shortbread crust we discovered in the pantry, a room with a view (anyone read it?), actually a barn floor with a view, dark chocolate covered edamame, and cold showers. thanks for telling us the hot water heater was off, dad.
now we are back in the big city and having a blast like we do. i'd say we got our bonafide country experience.
we'll miss you winnsboro, or should i say tinseltown.