They will be there with 4 of their bestest friends.
In the Caribbean for one week.
They will be at a fancy shmancy resort. Eating lots of food. Probably alot of bananas which are one of my favourite foods. Anyone that knows me, knows that I love them on eggs....and pancakes......and even barbecued. Yum.
They will be on the beach.
They will be around copious amounts of alcohol. I don't drink often but if I felt like a fruity-girly drink, I am sure the best ones in the world would be where my parents are.
They will be going to a wedding.
On the beach. With lots of food and alcohol.
What is wrong with this picture???
I will not be there. That is what's wrong.
Now if you will excuse me, I am about to play baseball with middle child for the second hour this morning. Actually, it isn't really baseball. It is middle child hitting the ball really hard and far and then watching Momma go get it.
Fun huh?
I love my life but I would really love being on a plane right now.
*sigh*
Now that you have listened to my whine-fest, go here for my Macro Monday post.
7 comments:
Uh, yeah. I would like to LIVE in the Caribbean for a little while, and at the very least visit for a week every month!
But kudos to you for playing ball with your child. Because you will deserve every second that you are ever able to spend on a beach in the Caribbean!
I am sorry that you aren't on a plane. But I love the photo and the contrast between the bat/ball color and the super green grass. I am lovin' how green the grass is this spring with the help of all the rain!
I would love to be on vacation in the Caribbean too!
I agree there is something wrong with that.
And for the 'base ball' thing. You have to hit the ball and then have the kids run after it. It works much better that way.
So when the game is over, flop down in the grass, order middle child to bring you a tall glass of Juicy Juice and pretend! He can be the handsome lifeguard!!!
Sure! That's gonna happen!
Grannie
Yeah, that sucks. I haven't seen the beach in 8 years. 8 freaking years!
Now I am jealous. This is just wrong. wrong wrong wrong.... sigh.
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