Eeeeee!

Fourteen more sleeps and and I'll be on a hot beach with a piña colada in my hand. My only concern being that my teenager doesn't get shmammered and my wee ones don't get eaten by a crocodile. This plus some adult time makes this waaaaay better than any cottage "vacation" where I am still stuck cooking and cleaning.

One massive bonus is that I can tell Gary to fuck off for a week.

It's not that I don't love him. Sure, I'm not thrilled that he eats socks and my awesome underwear. Heck, I can almost forgive the fact that because of him I can now honestly say that I participated in a 5 second three way. *shudder*

It's the barking. Constant.ear.piercing.barking. Bark bark bark.

Bark

Bark

Bark

Barking that even the loudest child on earth can't bear

The good news is that my sweet bathing suit made it safe and sound and he has *almost* redeemed himself by modeling it for me.