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Follow Friday: Holiday Weekend Version

Yes, I know. It's SUNDAY. 

I will justify my tardiness by citing a mixture of life's been way too busy and don't quite have the motivation. It's a long weekend so I figure I get a little leeway. 

One of the reasons why this post is so late is because we had some houseguests from Thursday through Saturday. We were privileged to host Miss Britt and family on the Richmond leg of their cross-country tour.

What? You've never heard of Miss Britt? Hey! I think we just found our topic for #FollowFriday.  

(convenient, eh?)

Britt is a blogger extraordinaire. She lends her writing and editing talents to several blogs (some of which she founded herself). I found her through a mutual friend's blog and have been following her personal blog for about a year. Here's what I love about Miss Britt:

She's a good writer.
She's positive without being schmaltzy or overdramatized. 
She's real. She talks about the shit stuff we deal with every day. 



About a year ago, Britt and her family (husband, two kids) had this idea to simplify their lives, sell most of their stuff, buy an RV, and travel the country for (about) a year.  Crazy? Perhaps. I have to admit that I think about this kind of stuff on an almost daily basis. It's nice to see someone's actually making it happen. Successfully. 


Britt & Co. with their current house on wheels. (Photo from her blog.)


On June 1st they left Orlando and they're currently trekking up the East Coast.  When Britt put the word out that they wanted to meet folks along the way, I sent a message letting her know that a stop in the Center of the Universe (not to mention the capital of the Conferederacy) should be tops on her list. Plus we had an empty driveway and free WiFi.  

Almost every time I read a post in Britt's blog, I think, "I could really relate to this chick. I think we would really get along." Guess what? Hypothesis validated. Over the two(ish) days of their stay in Richmond, we shared life stories over homemade pizza and wine while the kids entertained themselves on the Wii.

The family left yesterday afternoon, headed towards Washington, DC for a 4th of July adventure. Roger and I really enjoyed getting to meet them and I look forward to their continuing adventures from the road.  


Hope everyone enjoys the rest of their Independence Day weekend. 
Happy Birthday, USA.





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