Eight years ago today, my brother Charlie married Miss Marcy Kay Crego of Wadley, Georgia.
I have found out a lot of things about Marcy since I met her. She loves magazines and catalogues, like I do. And Pottery Barn. And shopping. And her dog. And makeup and hair products. She wouldn’t be caught dead with chipped toenail polish, and she won’t have to be, because she has something like 89 bottle of nail polish.
She is one of the smartest, funniest, and genuinely nicest people I have ever met. She is sweet, and not in that ugly way that Southern women sometimes call other women sweet.
The other day, my friend Leah and I had to stop by Daddy’s and pick up dog on our way back from St. Simon’s. Marcy said she hoped we hadn’t stayed in that really nice place, The King something, because her friend had stayed there and there was a turd in the pool.
Marcy posted on Facebook tonight that she got in trouble with my brother for that, because you’re not supposed to tell turd stories to people you just met. Her involuntary response of giving him the hairy eyeball makes me love her even more.
I think I would like Marcy! She sounds like one of us, except for the sweet part.
Marcy doesn’t let her sweetness hamper her in any way. You’d love her. And she’s our height.
You tell Charlie that I found Marcy charming, turd stories and all. If she ever want to visit the Mall of America in person I’d be happy to take her.
I can guarantee you that Marcy wants to go to the mall.
Marcy should start a blog on turd sitings. She might get a sponsorship to the country club for the summer assuming they are “turd free.” Love her and she just reminded me i am in the market for a mani/pedi.
Spa Nouvelle. $26 for a pedicure, but it’s worth it. It’s quiet and they have zero-gravity chairs.
Marcy should start a blog, because she’s hysterically funny.
A blog is a great idea. Brown bomber sitings are quite important to record.