Helen was lovely! We had such a nice time. It was a little rainy on our one full day there, but it wasn’t too cold and we spent it wandering around the Bavarian market part of town, spending all the money we didn’t have. The best part was the German grocery store, where we bought cookies and chocolates (E) and fancy spices in pretty little jars that can be reused as flower vases eventually (me).

We also bought a CLASSIC pair of his n’ hers cooking aprons – in the form of lederhosen and a little German dress. (Possible Halloween costume this year?) To go with this, I insisted we buy a small cookbook of German food, because otherwise it just seemed sad. We at least have to pretend that we’re going to be cooking real meals in our ridiculously awesome new aprons.

AND, we ate really well. One night we hit up the fancy German restaurant for weiner schnitzel and bratwurst, and one morning we had streudel and funnel cake.

When the weather got nice, we hiked around a lake in the nearby state park, and saw a famous waterfall. I would have had PHOTOS of all this, had my three month old hp camera actually worked. Grr grr grrr. It worked on New Year’s Eve! And then, as soon as we pulled into Helen, it of course decides to be broken. It turns on and then immediately gets an angry snowy screen and turns itself off. So now I need to make a trip out to Best Buy and exchange it.

But here are some photos I pulled off of travel sites:

Also, we stayed in a little cabin in the woods just outside of town, and it had a nice big tv and a hot tub for nighttime fun. On Friday night I made E watch two episodes of What Not to Wear, and I think we both learned a lot.

Electric pink-and-green leggings = Bad.

So, we came back to Savannah on Saturday. On Sunday I was running errands to get ready for classes, which started back up Monday. At the end of the night E and I arrived home from a last evening relaxing at our favorite coffee place. I opened the front door to my building, turned the corner, and saw, at the end of the hallway, right outside my apartment door, that my bike was gone.

My bike. My stupid rusty cheap awesome ADORABLE pawn shop bike. Was stolen.

FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE RIGHT NOW.

So in conclusion: Savannah! Why do you not want me here? Why do you try so hard to alienate me and pick apart my meager little spirit, bit by bit? First my tire got slashed, then I got kicked out of the grad program at school, then my car got hit-and-run, and now my little Huffy bike gets stolen.

I am waiting for the locusts.