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Welcome! My name is Mrs.G and I started this blog so people could share in my mis-adventures in wedding planning. I married my southern gentleman on September 6th, 2009. Throughout our courtship I became enamored with everything southern and desperately want to become a steel magnolia.
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Thursday, October 7, 2010

Mile high club

Scene: The ATL Airport it is around 9pm. We have just landed and Husband decides he needs a beer, so we start looking for a bar, we find a book store with a bar in it... we both win.

Husband sits down at the bar and I tell him I am going to look around at the bookstore, he orders his drink.

I know what I am on the look out for, I want a classic to read but where is the classics section? I walk around the store and don't see anything that resembles a classic so I begin another search to no avail. I reach the last book end and give a little hmpf, and decide to start and the beginning again because there has to be something there that sparks my interest. I walk over to the first book shelf and look over and see the classic section. Huzzah!!! I start to walk towards it and there is a road block, in the size of a 6ft older gentleman with a rolling suit case behind him. Not wanting to bother this weary traveler who is standing between me and Jane Austen, I put on the facade that I am browsing. I start looking at the end cap that is right next to the classics section waiting for this gentleman to walk by so I can make my move . I am not paying the lest bit attention to what I am doing or what I am looking at, it is all an act. he finally starts to make his move and I start delving in to my Oscar winning performance and pick up a book from the end cap and begin to flip through it. As the man begins to pass me he pauses, makes eye contact with me and looks stunned and ashamed. Me being confused think to myself " I am standing here minding my own business, how could I offend someone that I have never spoken to?" I begin to think that maybe its not me its him, maybe he is one of those curmudgeon types Oh well. I finally look at the book in my hands before placing it back on the shelf ...

"that's, odd there is a half naked woman on the cover."

I put the book back and look at the other books


it all starts to click when I see book titles like "A traveler's companion Karma Sutra" or "Joining the mile high club" taken aback I glance up to see the section I am standing in.....


All I wanted was a copy of little women.... funny, how I am sure I saw that title in the erotica section as well. Red faced I turned the corner, grabbed my copy of little women and joined my husband at the bar, where I too had a drink...