I’m on vacation for the next week and a half. My favorite traveling companions, George and Pocket Jamie, and I are in Florida – because it’s just not hot enough in Boston *insert eyeroll*. (Actually the real reason is so that my brother and I can belatedly celebrate my mother’s 75th birthday.)
In any case, I’m moving slower than usual. I’m on island time, except that I’m not on an island, though I am near the beach so that counts.
We’ve been having a great time, not doing much of anything, other than sleeping in, lounging by the pool, and enjoying various iced adult beverages.
Yesterday, however, George had a little bit too much fun. After one too many margaritas, while attempting to do a swan dive into the pool, he did a face plant onto the patio and suffered a horrendous injury.
After some “surgery” involving just the right combination of superglues, the patient is resting comfortably.
He’s determined not to let his mishap spoil his fun and I’m all for that.
Today’s agenda looks like it may include a matinee followed by some pub trivia. I’ll be back on Saturday, hopefully with something intelligent to say. (Unless the tropical rum punch and the heat have fried my brain.) Have a great week and stay cool, my friends.