Note: the title of this post has nothing to do with anything. I just can’t get that song out of my head. I thought I’d pass on the favor. You’re most welcome.
So the big birthday weekend is finally here. Our bags are packed and we are almost completely ready to blow this joint and head for sun and sand. All Regan can talk about is the beach and all I can think of are bottomless cocktails whilst lying under my own private palm tree.
Then my mother called.
It seems there is a tropical depression somewhere out in the ocean. It could turn into something worse. It could ruin my vacation. I am not pleased.
Still, I am going to keep thinking positive. I won’t mind an evening or two of rain, but dammit I WILL have my sunshine! As much as I love our beach house, it’s too small to be cooped up inside for a week. And I need to get brown(er).
So let’s all cross our fingers and toes and pray that the hurricane dissipates by the weekend, m’kay?