On a break.

On the first day, when God created Blogger and en masse we all signed up for urls, we all knew that this day would eventually come. Lately, in looking to my cyber right and left, I see what seem to be more and more bloggers dropping like flies. I have tried to explain their departures. Stressors. The Summertime. Me not commenting.

Whatever the reason, now is my time.

I'm not sure what made me make the decision, but I feel the need to breathe new air and have some time to stretch my toes.

I want to appreciate the blue sky without a computer attached to my fingers.

But probably the most convincing argument was the phone call I received that simply stated ALL YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR IS YOUR FLIGHT. My decision? Done and DONE.

And so, as of 6 am, I will don my suit and sassy matching flip flops and board a plane to here, where upon my arrival a little person will probably not agree to scream "da plane!" despite my irritating and incessant urging. I will begin said break by imbibing a morning daquiri and making friends with young local boys the Baha Men women forcing hair braids on me. I anticipate a good bit of this will happen (although I'm pretty sure we'll be sitting with folks who would never make toasts to jean shorts) and that I'll encounter very few of these (unless they are bringing us booze with those quick little legs God gave 'em on Day 22).

I'll be thinking of you. And I should be posting again next week.


Who am I kidding? I'm so tracking down a wireless Tiki bar.