Oh, you guys! I feel good. I feel so goooood! Vacation'll do that to you.
I can always tell it's almost time for vacation because little old me runs out of gas. I get cranky and grumpy and whiny and frustrated. Apparently my full tank keeps me going for about 50-51 weeks.
I just got a fill-up.
We spent last week in Panama City Beach getting sand between our toes and behind our ears and in our hair. We built sand castles and jumped in crazy-huge waves and sat under a purple and yellow and blue and green umbrella and breathed in the salty air. The length of the pool was conquered with a first swim, the palette of a two year old was expanded with a new found love of scallops, and the seed of stardom was planted when a certain seven year old was invited onstage during a magic show.
I sure hope it is.