A Unique Form of Torture

There are many long standing DivaFamily traditions, several of which have been chronicled on this very blog from time to time. But perhaps one of our most enduring traits is that when one of us is somewhere fabulous...like...I don't know...Charleston, South Carolina...we like to rub it in the face of those of us who are somewhere crappy...like work.

So here, for your viewing pleasure - and because I shouldn't be the only one suffering - are the pictures the loving DivaAunt flooded my phone with while I was at work yesterday.

If you look really hard, you can spot the DivaUncle in there...

*sigh*