Vacation: The Pre-Game

And by pre-game, I mean laundry. And cleaning. Packing, shaving, toenail painting.

Which reminds me, note to self, even though the bottle of Insta-Dry Top Coat assures me my nails will be dry within 30 seconds after application? It's not really true. Thus, slipping on crocs (don't judge me) within 3 minutes of said application so I can satisfy my nicotine addiction is really not prudent.

Oh well. I painted my nails myself. Trust me, the croc enhancements to the polish were just a bonus.

But don't take my word for it. Here's photographic evidence of my ineptitude with a brush.





However, I'm now 2 glasses of wine in and so starting over is not an option. Anyone with a steady hand and an aptitude for painting busy later?

By the way? I want no comments implying my feet are Flintstone feet. I love my feet. I love your feet. Just...shoosh you.

Anyway.

As I was saying, I'm pre-gaming vacation. I don't know why I felt compelled to clean when I know Lex will be here (burglars take note that the Grotto continues to be occupied) and so the chances of me returning to a bathroom sink covered in shaven head hair is inevitable, I still was in a frenzy much of the day doing just that.

Also? I'm insane. Because truthfully, there was actually no reason why I needed to do 2 extra loads of laundry - towels and sheets - but I did anyway. Because apparently a complete stack of clean washcloths upon return - even though I've got a stack o' clean cloths on hand - is a necessity.  And since I didn't change my sheets so Vinny could be comforted by the smell of me (again, don't judge me...better that than peeing on clean sheets), it really was unnecessary work to wash the spare set.

Somebody stop me.

Please?

The good news is that I'm nearly ready. My bag's mostly packed except my toiletries and my carry on, while empty, is ready to receive the pile o' stuff accumulated next to it.  I'm still struggling with what to wear to accomodate going from 45°F to 85°F with 70% humidity but I suspect it's going to involve layers.

Now?

Now, I'm drinking wine.

And thinking ahead to tomorrow when I head out to the airport at a gawd awful hour where a pre-flight bloody mary (don't judge me) and my mother await me.

I'll be blogging.

I'll be posting (hopefully) every day. I want to record whatever comes to mind - whether it's vacation-related or not - on this adventure.

So be sure to check back before I get back from fantasy island.

"Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take ya
Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama [that would be me]
Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go"

I'm taking my camera. But don't let that stop you from reading my posts.