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.