The Rogue Speaks:
The original date of this post is March 12, 2010. Since I am leaving for Cancun at o'dark thirty on Saturday, and since my thoughts this week have been on just how few clothes I can get away with taking so I don't have to check my bag and pay the big bucks, I thought I would let you chew on this instead.
I don't have a blackberry, so I can't check in on you while I am gone, but I will be thinking about all my blogger friends who are NOT on vacation, and smiling (because I am so lucky to even get to have this vacation!).
At the time it was written, we only had one dog, Precious. But now we have Mulligan, and if we attempted to drive to Cancun with both dogs in the car, I am sure it would be our last trip on earth. Keep this in mind when you get to the part about Precious, and remember that Mulligan sings whenever Precious starts to bark like a dog with rabies. Now that you have that picture, please continue!
I wish these were my feet, but sadly they are not! They belong to my sister-out-law. She used to be my sister-in-law when she was married to my crazy brother, but she made an extremely smart move, filed for divorce, went back to school, and got a law degree, and married a terrific guy who is loving and caring. We think he is ever-so-much nicer and more fun than the crazy one. An added plus is that he is NORMAL. Those of you who know me, know why this is such an important attribute.*
Those happy sandy feet were on the beach in Cancun. I got pictures enticing me to get on a plane and come join them. Oh, how sorely tempted I was! But this is way too busy a time in the art world to take off to Cancun, lie in the sun (or shade), read a good book, and watch the waves.*
My sister-out-law and I haven't been able to spend much time together in the last several years, but we plan to make up for that! I have made a firm commitment to her and her dream-of-a husband that Rod and I will come in July, when it is 110 degrees here, and almost everyone is complaining about the "dry heat."*
Yeah, I know you are thinking that Cancun is way out of my comfort zone. True! BUT one cannot drive to Cancun safely, and so we will FLY! I will not have to spend days and days driving through Mexico with bandits hiding along the roadside, just waiting for an opportunity to relieve us of our valuables, while our dog, Precious, barks her fool head off and pees on the seat of the car. No, she will be home with her brother, I will take some sort of tranquilizer, and our valuables will be stored in the baggage compartment after the baggage handlers have gone through them and have determined that we really HAVE nothing of value, and that my swim suit is way out of style!*
I know you think I will back out of this trip at some point because it is so far away, and if it were anyone but my sister-out-law, I admit that I would be tempted. However, that is not going to happen this time. Why, I even joined Facebook because I found out she had joined, and I figured I would hear from her more often if I did. My wall doesn't have anything on it that you can't find out by reading my blog, so don't even bother checking it out. Keep reading my blog, though, and give me some feedback with comments.
p.s. She knows she needs another pedicure after all that sand. I have already told her.