Because we're off on a family vacation.
Not a whole lot of prep time went into our adventure this year, and that's very uncharacteristic. To me, half the fun of vacation is in the planning. I just love to have it all mapped out in advance and organized on what the family smarty pants calls the clipboard of fun.
That's because we rarely stay in one place for our vacations. We're not the exotic destination type of family. We're more the wandering vagabond type. You know the ones...
But this year, with the gas prices and the down economy, I hadn't given it much thought. We might have gone an entire summer with no vacation at all were it not for the fact that that I married Peter Pan.
So when the boy who will never grow up came home a week or so ago and announced that he was taking this week off and wanted to go on a family adventure, I knew that for the first time ever, we would be flying by the seat of our pants. Fun for the rest of the family, maybe, but these blogging britches don't hoist as easily as they used to.
There was nothing else for the Vacation Queen to do but relinquish her crown in the name of family democracy. We took a vote, and I lost. Off we went.
Out of Georgia.
Away from the scorching 100 degree weather
and blistering sunshine.
to this place...
I had nominated Alaska...
Alas, Florida it is.
That's for me to know and you to find out.
I'll just tell you that the scenery looks like this.
...which might give a hint as to which coast it is, based on the color it isn't.
Just look at them gloating. They think they're so smart.
Enjoy it while you can, smirkers, because the Vacation Queen packed her crown.
And the Queen says
it isn't a family vacation
unless somebody is dressed in costume
and using words like "Huzzah!"