i’m back, ya’ll!!!

So fun. SO. Fun.

We had a fantastic time. Got very, very tan. Ate lots of very, very good food. Drank many, many frozen tequila yummies.  Stayed up way, way too late. Laughed to the point of tears too many times to count.

I’ll write a proper update later, when I don’t have a gazillion things to do. Tomorrow morning we’re driving up to Vermont to go camping with the extended family. Oh – and I’ll get my kids there. I can’t wait. I missed them so, so much. I haven’t talked to them since Monday, when I called and  said, “Hi, Gracie-Girl! ” and she burst into sobs of “Mama, Mama! I want my mama!” Arugh. I need my kids!

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So today I am unpacking, shopping, laundering and repacking so we can get camping this weekend in Vermont. Sadly, not the part of Vermont that has the Ben and Jerry’s factory.  Although, to mix things up, I will probably pack very different clothes since “Week-at-the-beach-with-girlfriends” clothes are generally not “Camping-with-your-grandparents” clothes. Unless you are my step-mom who, like a true Southern Lady, emerges from her RV with fully made-up, right down to the red lipstick. We also need to decide on our health benefits for next year, since Husband needs to sign up tomorrow. Whoops. Why is that so stressful, anyway?
We also need to pack well, since I will be dropping Husband off at the airport in Jersey on Monday so he can fly to Switzerland on a last minute trip. We are all about family togetherness in our house this month, apparently. Oh well.
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I went on my Bloglines and discovered that I had around 500 unread blog entries. Then I said, “Self, this is probably not a good way to spend your time today.”  Especially since most of them were about American Idol anyway. So I deleted them all, except for the ones of the people I am related to. And good thing. My sister-in-law not only dyed her hair blonde, but she got a tattoo while I was gone. Clearly she was acting out at my being away. Clearly bad things can happen when I stop blogging.* Go bug her with comments so that she’ll post a picture.

*Just kidding, Fancythis! I think its cool you got a tattoo! I almost got one but I chickened out after watching my friend get hers! We went to get them together and I made her go first and then I chickened out! Can you believe it?? Aren’t I a great friend? (To defend myself, my friend was getting her third tattoo, so I’m not a huge slimeball. Just a little one.)