Tomorrow, we leave for our vacation.  We will be staying on Fort Myers Beach until Saturday, so, you know, don’t panic when I don’t update.  I know I would.

I went to Target to pick up a few things, and on the way back the evening hot pricklies swelled to super-queasiness.  I didn’t puke, but I’ve been prone on the couch, since. Blech.

We have to find a ride to the airport, which is hysterical, really, since we coudl throw a rock and hit the runway if we didn’t have trees here.  Dave’s coworkers are going to be working the canoe race tomorrow, so they can’t take us.  Maybe Andy can?  I picked him up when he came back form Europe; I’ll have to see if he’s working.  Or, we could call a cab. But it’s RIGHT THERE! If we didn’t have a suitcase, we’d walk.

Alright, I need to go to bed.  School has been sucking, and I’ll write about it when I get home, but right now I want to focus on my VACATION. Wheeee!!! We’ll be the pasty white (and slightly green-gilled) folks on the beach obsessively sunblocking and reading a Jennifer Weiner novel.  Ta!