I've been to Hell, twice.
A few weeks ago, my hubby and I packed our bags and drove to Hell...Michigan, that is. We were childless with an original plan to see U2 in Lansing. Unfortunately, Bono had to have back surgery and the concert was canceled so it was my brilliant idea to go eat ice cream in Hell instead.
And most recently, I had all four of my wisdom teeth pulled and that was HELL. I'm still recovering, so in a way, I guess I'm still in Hell. Enough said about that. I want to talk about my little trip to Michigan, which just so happened to be a nice journey into Hell with all the trees and winding roads.
My husband and I weren't exactly sure where we were going, but knew we were in Hell when we saw two Hellishly decorated shops, a lake and miniature golf course. When I walked into into the first shop, Hell In A Hand Basket, with my Hell-mate (I mean husband) by my side, the "regulars" were a bit surprised by what I was wearing. Apparently, I'm the only who wears a dress to Hell.
After that little fun and awkward moment, we browsed the shop, which is also a post office, and chose postcards from Hell and a shot glass (we get one on all our trips) as our souvenirs. At the checkout, we were asked if we wanted our postcards to be burned. Hell yeah!
And then we headed over to Screams, the gift shop next door, for some ice cream.
Since my husband didn't want to play miniature golf (it was hot in Hell, but sunny and beautiful), he chose to have his photo taken like this...
And that was my trip to Hell. Do you want to go to Hell? Learn all about it when you visit www.hell2u.com. You must also heed this warning...
One more thing! Yes, I've been to Hell and back and I chuckle EVERY time I say it.
See more photos of the trip on my Flickr page.