We're Staying Where??

Wednesday a.m. found us ambling down the road toward Hilton Head. All of us konked out right on cue, leaving the Man of the House to navigate us along the highway with only a few vanilla Cokes and a box of Cheez-It's to keep him company.




When we pulled up to our Sea Pines' condo at 5 p.m., we were met with a most interesting sight! A building permit slapped right by our door, braces holding up new siding, piles of lumber and some kind of earth-moving equipment. Hmmmmm. Oh well!

The Man of the House immediately pulled out his cell phone and dialed the rental company. While he voiced complaints on the phone, I gave my opinion in the background.

"There's a building permit right by the door!"

"There doesn't seem to be any work going on."

"There's a pile of lumber in the walkway!"

"I think we can step over it."

"There are braces across the entry!"

"Can we just stoop under?"

The Man of the House looked at me over his cell phone and with his eyes, politely (I think!), asked me to please . . . be . . . quiet!

We headed over to the rental agency. The poor frustrated clerk! It was the night before Thanksgiving; his office was to close in 1/2 hour; Hilton Head was packed out; and before him stood a homeless family of seven!

He thumbed wearily through his availabilities.

"Okay, I know you had a 3-bedroom condo, but how about a 4-bedroom, 3-story, right on Harbor Town Links and across the walkway from the harbor itself?"

"And, yes," he answered my lifted eyebrows, "for the same price."

And that is exactly where we landed . . . delightedly!

These are the times you're glad you're married to a strong-willed man . . . a force to be reckoned with. A force that lands you in a spacious condo . . . 3 stories above beautiful Harbor Town.