Tomorrow we leave for Panama City Beach, Florida. NO, that does not mean that we suddenly came into a windfall of cash. No one died and left us their fortune. We did not finally hit it big in the lotto. Hubber isn't faking his death so we can collect his life insurance money. And, no one suddenly decided to pay real money for my writing. That's not the kind of luck we're having. But... we are lucky, y'all. Lucky to have some awesome family members who love us enough to foot the bill for our portion of a fancy beach house rental. Woot, woot!
Don't be jealous.
Or, do be. I don't give a shit. Alls I know is that I'm fixenta get the fuck outta dodge for a few days. I'ma be sitting my large behind in some soft, powdery white sand this time tomorrow. Yes-sir-ee. Know what I say? I say FUCK the murky waters of Galveston! Momma's gonna soak up some sun with an adult beverage in tow only 2 feet away from crystal clear, blue ocean water... complete with dolphins, boobs, pirate ships and whatnot!
If it rains one drop on this trip, I'm going to use the Lord's name in vain. Twice. And, I'm not going to apologize. End of story.