I’ve got short-timers in the worst way. It’s the most vile digusting day outside.  It reminds me of slugs for some reason. But, in less than 24 hours, I will be on a plane downing bloody marys and making my way to beautiful Palm Beach, Florida with my best friend to visit another best friend to talk “bidness” and drink martinis on the lawn.  Oh yes, we are gonna rock the garden party. wooooo! 

Of course, we’re getting to Palm Beach by way of a layover in Houston, but I think it’s only like, an hour or I would call members of the Houston posse out to meet us for a cocktail.

Then, on Friday, it’s off to Miami to begin our 8 days of blissful umbrella-drink drinking, karaoke singing, stingray swimming, waterfall climbing, and not following “the dudes sellin’ weed into the back of the straw market”, on advice from my brother.  But, I may enjoy a lap chicken.  I’ve never been on a real vacation like this before.  I can’t wait!

I have to run to Target for some last minute things, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what they are.