Home again, home again, jiggity jig

(Re: Entry title: Name that Mother Goose nursery rhyme!)

So I’m home from a week of driving to various vacation related activities.  After the chaos of work last week it was nice to get away for awhile.  I had every intention of going to church before heading to the beach last Sunday, but after two days of fireworks and trying to clean my house I was just too dang tired.  So I left for the beach, got there around three in the afternoon (just ahead of the thunderstorm) and plopped down and started to read.  Four books, one bad sunburn, one quick 10-minute ocean dip, two serious bouts of carsickness, one visit with a friend and her husband, and four days later I came home.  Yep, it was relaxing but at the same time it was almost very rushed.

Oh, and my mother is fired as my sunscreen application person.  SPF 50 and two hours in the sun in the early morning, and I still turned my typical lobster red color.  In lovely, random, Rorschach shaped patterns between my shoulder blades.  Thank heavens I sleep on my stomach or I would have been miserable. Continue reading

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