Creampuff in the Mountains

I promised myself, and a choice few others, that once my "new" blog was up, I would become, if not "prolific", at least a more consistent blogger than I have been the last month or so.  Of course, I made that promise the day before Katr and I left to spend a week in Virginia with Katr's mom, checkin' out Monticello, kickin' back at the Wintergreen Resort and trying to find a Piggly Wiggly to mack on each other in.  So far, we're two for three.  Do they even HAVE Piggly Wiggly in Virginia?  American readers? 

The condo we're staying in is large, comfortable, and looks like something out of Married to the Mob.  The people who own it must be INCREDIBLY good looking, or just kinky - there are mirrors EVERYWHERE.  The bedroom, all the bathrooms, every closet doors, several walls.  HUGE. GILT. MIRRORS.  Also, there's a chandelier made of antlers.  Also, there are large paintings of zebras and other big game.  Also, the base of the dining room table is made up of big elephants.  The elephant theme continues in the master bedroom, where elephants grace the candles and the curtain pulls, which open onto another large set of mirrors.  It's a pachyderm passion pit, people.  My neopet, Phantmas, would be right at home.

Anyway - it's a snow day on the mountain and we're about to make the exciting drive into the countryside to track down a pottery place.  I'm hoping they'll have more elephants there, so that we can leave our hosts a gift.  I promise further exciting updates and a blow by blow description of lunch at an 18th century tavern when we get back home.  We drank out of tin cups.  There were serving wenches.  You won't be able to stand it.