I am thinking vacation thoughts today---Cool, gentle ocean breezes, lush tropical climate, a wonderful dinner and drinks, and gazing at the stars overhead while hearing the surf pounding away on the beach. So relaxing!
Shucks! Back to reality-and today that reality is the hum of the air conditioner, Spongebob and Patrick on the TV, dinner burning in the oven and I'm out of Diet Coke.
Hubby will be back in 2 days, I am behind on cleaning, washing, watering the garden (no biggie there, those torrential rains we got a couple days ago kept it nice and watered) and grocery shopping. My guess is he will come home to a dirty house, piles of laundry, and an empty fridge.
The cat will be delegated to the foot of the bed again (she loves sleeping with me, right up in my face, if he isn't around) the toilet seat will be left up constantly, the bathroom sink will have razor stubble in it, and I will have to cook again. Not that I do much cooking anyways, but more so when hubby is home. I've been enjoying my laziness-the it's too hot to turn the stove on, let's go to McDonalds mentality. Deja didn't mind, she has the whole pet shop collection now. Yesterday was Pizza Hut day-didya see the new chocolate dippers they are advertising? OMG, I did and had to try them. Show a woman chocolate during PMS and she is hooked. Yup, they're good-take it from one who knows.
Back to my Fantasy Island, I can almost hear the sound of Tattoo shouting to Mr. Roarke, "The Plane! The Plane!" And today, I am most definitely on that plane.... wishful thinking, huh?