Biltmore is a wonderful, wonderful place.

The only thing that could have made this picture better is if I could have found a picture with a tractor in front of the house. With Hubby and my wonderfully cute little boy on the tractor.

Hubby and I went to Biltmore last Saturday. Can I just say that it was FANTASTIC?!!! I had an absolutely wonderful time. And I almost cried on the tour. And I almost hurt a Yankee woman, too. First of all...I almost cried - not at the beautifullness of the house...and it was beautiful...but when I heard the story of George and Edith...and how much they loved each other. Just to think that love like that transcends culture and time and monetary status...and becomes a universal common denominator among humans. Beautiful. And then I thought about how little time he had with his wife. And then I thought about her... she had to live for 30 or 40 years without him. And I felt such sadness for them that I had to really concentrate to keep from crying.

Now to my anger management issues...Hubby and I paid to get the audio sets when we toured the house. And we didn't get to go into the house until 6pm because of the crowds...So we were on a tight time table. So...we are meandering through the house with our little ear phones on. And there is this huge group of rednecks near us. From Lexington. Go figure. And they are talking so loudly that I can hear every word - even with my headset turned as loud as it will go. And then there is the Yankee woman. She catches up with us in one of the bedrooms. I must look nice. Too bad I am not nice. Dumb-dumb didn't have an audio set. So...she decides to start asking me questions. I do not work there! I did not take the tour so that I could tell her everyone in every painting in the room. But...Ms.Dummyhead starts asking me who one of the children in the painting was. Why that particular child in that particular painting I will never know. I am trying really hard to be polite. So, I tell her what I just heard on my set - no thanks to her big mouth. And then the bimbo starts yelling at me that the person that I just told her about was not the person that she wanted to know about. I then very curtly told her that I did not know - and made a show of trying to turn up the volume on the set.

To make things worse...she got on the shuttle bus with Hubby and I to go back to the parking lot. Let me just clarify...I HATE shuttle buses. They give me the willies. I think that it has something to do with the shuttlebus I was on in Vegas...with the guy very high on drugs...And then there was the shuttle bus in Memphis with all of the senior citizens singing along with Elvis...and the punky girls with blue hair and piercings going to the recording studio downtown. Let's just say that after that I felt like I needed a nice, hot shower with lots and lots of soap and 30 minutes of my life back. So this was another shuttle bus experience. Here is a list of things that will make that bus trip forever bring back thoughts of injuring Yankee woman with big mouths...
1.Yankee woman told her teenage granddaughter that she should keep her brochure for a school project. (The granddaughter was a little old to cut out pictures for a school project...) Get this - "If you ever need a project on the South...Biltmore is a great thing to write about in the South." It may be in the South, you Yankee, but it ain't Southern. I wanted to shove a sweet potato pie in her face.
2.Then Yankee woman tried to pick a fight with the bus driver over driving her closer to her car...which was only about 20 feet from the place where he stopped. And this is after she walked through a four story house with no complaint. She really needed the walk, anyway.

Even though I act really agravated...she really did provide entertainment. And the house was SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!I think that it was just what Hubby and I needed...a very nice date. If you haven't seen it yet, you should definitely go to Biltmore! I can't wait to take my little boy there when the roses are in bloom!!!