This IS the time and place, however, for me to scream from the highest mountain ( or ant hill... it is flat out here in the country) that my bro is coming home in June. I haven't seen him in about a year. And even then, he was handcuffed to my Mother. Because that is the Switzer creed. If you choose to live far away from your Mom then you have to be cuffed to her upon your visit home. That is why I stay so close. I hate hand cuffs. They give my wrists blisters.
But here is the point of my post...... Not only is he coming home in June. But he has requested a Switzer family reunion at the beach. And he has done everything in his power to ensure that we could all be there. Together... just like old times.
And I don't think Pawley's Island will ever be the same again.
It will be like a Sunday dinner times 14. Because that is how many meals we will be eating together. Not to mention the constant mayhem, looting, bra burning, and shenanigans that will take place during the week.
I am doing my very best to plan, organize, schedule, and create the best Switzer reunion ever. Except for this will be the very first one. So, I don't have an expectation to live up to which means that just about anything that I do will be good. I LOVE situations like this.
Kev has already finished packing. He has purchased only the necessities for this trip.
Head phones. To tune out the squealing, sneezing, and constant "women folk" voices. He hates loud noises.
A dominoes set... otherwise known as "bones". For the guys to play when they need sanctuary from the girls.
And the ultimate party tent. For hot chicks. I guess that means that I will be sitting under this tent.