See Ya, Wouldn't Want To Be Ya
Bye bye, all you poor suckers who have to
live with a regular work week; I’m off for a three-day
weekend with my hubby.
AND NO KIDS!!!!
Yes, in our first vacation IN FIVE YEARS, Brian and I are
travelling to an exotic location – about five miles from our
airport, and a rather swanky tourist trap of a hotel. But you know
what? As long as it’s got blackout shades and a “Do Not
Disturb” sign for the door, I’m good.
Because I’m going to sleep like I’ve never slept
before. And then sleep some more. And when I wake up, unable to
sleep for another second, I’m going to eat some mighty fine
chocolate. Without sharing. In my bed. While I watch t.v. Shows
that don’t have any furry red monsters or dancing mice or
swimming mermaids.
In an act of heroic sacrifice, my mother’s offered to keep
the kids all by herself for three days (note to local relatives:
you may receive a last-minute distress signal for help) and we are
on our own.
I have no more to say. I must go pack my trashy novels and
eyeshades.
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