Today, work is even less fun than usual. So I’m focusing on my mental happy place: there are only 18 days until I head off to the family estate in the Bahamas.
That’s where I go to be a Pirate!
Okay, now Melly hates me FOR SURE. But I still love *her*!
How could I possibly love you when you throw all this in my poor, poor face! *sob*
I feel underprivileged.
*sob*
You have a family estate. In the Bahamas?
*mutter*
Agh! Agh! Hatred all around!
That’s the last time I share my happy place. Maybe I should clear some things up:
1) when I say “estate”, I do so in a semi-mock fashion: the Bacardi’s, we ain’t, it’s just a house with a lot of bedrooms, no staff quarters, no stables, no plantations,
2) when I say “the family”, I do not mean belonging to my parents, or that it is anything which I will eventually inherit,
3) we never had a cottage, or a boat, or anything else I could go visit when I was little, which explains all the staying home and reading – this will be the second time I’ve gone to the Bahamas, both times to see family, not to sit on the beach
4) I am allergic to sunscreen, I dislike sand and saltwater, I can’t swim worth a damn, and I faint in heat. Frankly, I’d rather be in Norway or Scotland. But this is a happy place because my cousins and aunt and uncle and mom will be there.
Phew! I feel better having gotten that off my chest.
I’ll hafta buy you some sunscreen clothing then. You poor, pale baby. You don’t like sand? You just get stranger and stranger. 😉
I too did not have a family cottage growing up. Of course, I grew up a 15 minute drive from Sauble Beach, but still, it would have been nice to have somewhere to vacation.
I am sure you’ll have a lovely time, regardless. *smoooch*