We're on the first-ever Martin family vacay, and you can't even imagine how geeked we all are. We've thrown caution to the wind and are allowing our kids to order pop at meals sometimes - and they don't even have to share! (what.)
(Sidenote: We're not anti-pop, just total cheapskates.)
I've got a stack of books and my SPF 50.
I'm contemplating profound things and profoundly contemplating the beauty of lolling about and shirking most responsibilities.
I'm not sure what you have planned this week, but my agenda begins and ends with tossing all my cares to sea.
Be back soon, skaters!
PS - My most pressing question right now: AM I allergic to shellfish? My entire life, I wasn't. And then somewhere around 2002, I was. Maybe. So I've spent the past decade+ thinking I'm allergic, though I've never been able to resist swiping a shrimp when it's in my proximity, and I've never swelled up. Now, here I am, in the land of plenty, and I'm feeling a tad overconfident, but too scared to really chance it, because no one wants to be the mom with lips the size of her clawhands on the first-ever family vacation. At least there's the taco stand. ("There's always money in the banana stand.")