Jul. 12th, 2005
Dreaming about vacation
Jul. 12th, 2005 09:23 pmI wore my $2 Old Navy flip flops to walk around Southie coast with Tim, in the hopes that I would get my feet flip-flop-ready for our trip to Florida. Tim kept teasing me that I was obsessing about my trip to Florida, and that at this rate I would drive myself crazy before the trip actually comes. I can't help it, though. Like I was telling Tim, my life sucks so freaking much right now and I need ANY distraction - and this is going to be a good one!
I am so excited to get on a plane and fly the heck out of here. I am so excited to have a week without work. I am so excited to lay on the beach, read cheesy novels, watch my wife put on a swimsuit, breathe different air. I am so excited for our two nights in Key West all by ourselves, in our little women's resort thinger, lounging by the pool and dipping our toes in the ocean at the southernmost tip of the country! (I love exploring new places.) I am so excited to spend some time without thinking about cleaning out my dad's house and whether his estate will cover his bills.
Really, I just need a break. And it won't be long enough and it won't come soon enough, but I have to hold on to what I can. Maybe I will just refuse to come back.
p.s. Who wants to check in on our cats?
I am so excited to get on a plane and fly the heck out of here. I am so excited to have a week without work. I am so excited to lay on the beach, read cheesy novels, watch my wife put on a swimsuit, breathe different air. I am so excited for our two nights in Key West all by ourselves, in our little women's resort thinger, lounging by the pool and dipping our toes in the ocean at the southernmost tip of the country! (I love exploring new places.) I am so excited to spend some time without thinking about cleaning out my dad's house and whether his estate will cover his bills.
Really, I just need a break. And it won't be long enough and it won't come soon enough, but I have to hold on to what I can. Maybe I will just refuse to come back.
p.s. Who wants to check in on our cats?