The 10 days of vacay

10 days later I have the following to share from my trip to SoFLo to visit the parental units:

10 TEN freakin long miserable hours in a car. One way. With three males. Four if you count the dog. I'm not sure if I'm breathing air, testosterone, hair or some unholy combination of all three.

And okay TECHNICALLY it was downhill one way 10 hours. And uphill, LESS than 9 hours(my DH made me put the LESS than 9 hours part because he is so very proud of THAT fact)

Someone who is way more math geeky proficient than I am, is going to have to figure THAT one out(Downhill slower, uphill faster) Just sayin...maybe we should call NASA?? MIT???


9 NINE Publix receipts. Yes....WE REALLY did go to Publix's everyday. Can we say growth spurt?

8 EIGHT 6x6 scrapbook pages for my mom's "brag" book. She nagged. I scrapped. We're both happy. All is right in the mother/daughter universe.

7 SEVEN mornings of sleeping in. I predict major adjustment meltdown on Monday


6 SIX loads of laundry. Well technically 12. 6 light, 6 dark. What? You think laundry does itself? Pack light. Laundry often. That's my motto.

5 FIVE walks a day. With Jake. The constipated, territorial marking wonder dog. Lest you think this was some type of moderately aerobic workout.....HELLO mailbox. And mailbox. And mailbox. And HEY yet another mailbox. WHEEEEEEEEEEE...Jake...he doeth love EVERY mailbox!!!

4 FOUR days of Curves circuit weight training with my mom. One word. OUCH.

3 THREE nights of pyrotechnics. New Year's Eve. New Year's Day. Day after. All to celebrate the Y chromosone units in my life's deep and unadulterated love of lighting the night skies. Which is just a very puhrty way of saying they like things to blow up and go BANG. The third night's festivities were a full out in your face ode to, "Neener, neener GA kicked Hawaii's keister in the Sugar bowl"

2 TWO books a day. Yep. That would be me. By the pool. Reading my brains out. Kind of like a bear pigging out on berries before the long winter's hibernation.

1 ONE wonderful, exhausting, beautiful, pain in the ass, perfect, one for the record books Christmas.

Beat THAT Griswold!