Lucky for me, “Ike” is heading west. Not so much with the lucky are the Texans. But they grow them butch and rough-and-tumble (and armed) in Texas, so I have no worries about their fortitude to survive such a storm. Thank you Margaret for being our “Hurricane Central” and head cheerleader for operation beach blast off 2008. I’m so out of here next week. This will be my first vacation this year and I’m leaving in three short days. And I will be HERE.
I think it is the understatement of the century to say that I need this trip. I don’t just need this trip, I’m solely surviving presently because this excursion is so eminent. I finished the shawl. I packed three books, a large bottle of vodka and four swimsuits that are all too big in the boobs and the butt. I got my car serviced and washed. I finished painting the main part of my apartment and have all my crap put away. I have someone looking after the kitties and strict instructions at the office to call me at the beach only if someone or something is ON FIRE. I am all set.
All. Set.
Except for this T-shirt. I really need this t-shirt from snorgtees.com but I just don’t think I have the time to ship it for the trip. Oh, well. The vodka will have to be comfort enough.
