This memory seems to somehow oddly fit here...
Dinner was served, and I had been eighteen for all of two months when my new husband seated me at my momma's big fancy dinning room table.
"So, tell me all about your honeymoon in Charleston. Did you see Rainbow Row?" I looked at momma and replied softly, "no." "Did you see Ft. Sumpter?" Sheepishly I replied, "no." "What about The Battery?" I replied meekly, "no ma'am." "What about the Cooper River Bridge, The Citadel, or dinner? Didn't y'all see or do something?" I sat there, blushing into my plate, and shook my head, no.
At that point Daddy's face lit up with a big ol' smile. "For Christ sake dear, it was their honeymoon. All she ever saw was the ceiling!"
... I'll stop now.
