As you read this, I am luxuriating on the sugar sand beaches of Destin, Florida. At least, that's what I hope I'm doing. I really hope I'm not sitting in a hotel room with two fourteen year old girls watching it rain and hearing "OMG this is, like, the suckiest vacation EVER!" or worse, sitting in a hotel room with a horrible sunburn because I didn't have the sense to come in off the beach the first two days in a sensible amount of time. And for me, a sensible amount of time will be about an hour. You may call me Paleface.
Anyway, that's where I am. This is a Girls Only trip. We decided that it would be fun to celebrate Maggie's transition into high school with a trip someplace of her choosing. She knew she wanted to go to a beach. She decided that Destin would be good for two reasons: 1. she's been there before and sort of remembers it, and 2. my sweet aunt lives in that area and we haven't laid eyes on her in 8 years. 8 years is a long time. Much too long in this case, because seriously, my Aunt Bonnie is one of the nicest, sweetest, strongest people on the planet.
We are hoping to lounge on the beach, shop a little, and maybe take in a movie. I'm thinking that "Super 8" looks like a good way to take in a little air conditioning and spend an afternoon watching JJ Abrams show off his stuff in his little homage to Spielberg. I'll let you know the verdict. I also plan on doing some reading. Because that's what the beach is for, you know.
Anyway! You'll hear from me again, post trip. Hopefully that post will be full of beachy stories and pictures and not horror stories about my van breaking down on the drive or sun poisoning or OMG rain, even though I know Florida needs it.
Until then, feel free to make up stories in your head about what you think I am doing. Because I am sure thoughts about what I am doing occupy large amounts of your life.
