Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The Reason we can Never Dance on Tables

On the shuttle between our hotel and the Nashville airport Saturday morning, a man on board commented on Hubby's bakery t-shirt, and we soon discovered he was the brother of Teen Angel's boss at the bakery. Within hours of landing in Destin and settling into our condo, we found out via Facebook that one of Teen Angel's classmates is staying in a condo just down the beach from us. We chatted with his parents while walking on the beach yesterday. AND tonight we were shoveling ice cream into our faces at a local shopping center when we bumped into our niece and her family.

Mama was right when she said it was a small world.

PS-It's official. When I retire we're moving to the beach so we can sun ourselves and people watch all stinkin' day.

5 comments:

oreneta said...

400 people in the world, the rest are paper cut outs.

Janis said...

Yep your so right..its a very small world. We run into people we know when we least expect it.

Trailboss said...

Oh yeah! Go for it Hula. Go on House Hunters and look for a vacation/retirement home! that would be so cool.

The Girl Next Door said...

Can I move in next door? After all, it is such a small world! Indeed!

Bro. Dave said...

That's why I don't go to Destin. During Spring Break that became "Paducah South". Why pay all that money to "get away" if everyone else you know is there? If I can't dance on the tables, I might as well stay at home!