WAH.
Everybody is on vacation and I’m not. Or else they’re TALKING about the vacation they have booked. I want a real vacation, where we pack up and go somewhere and DON’T spend it with either of our families. (Sorry, Mom. I love you but there are no drinks of the day in Indianapolis). (And don’t get me started on Ohio – I love all 4 of my inlaws, but the Fun Ship to Columbus sailed when Blanche died). I want a BEACH. And ROOM SERVICE. And to not have to deal with ANYONE not offering me, for instance, a refill on my pina colada.
Grrrr.
(I also have my raging annual case of Convertible Envy, exacerbated by the huge # of convertible Mini Coopers I saw while I was up north last weekend).