Happy Monday, blogland pals.
Yes, I said, Happy Monday. It's my birthday! And I'm doing my birthday dance! (You may want to avert your eyes--my dancing is not a pretty sight.)
Plunked between the Ides of March and St. Paddy's Day is my little birthday. And, as you read this, I and the Hubster are spending it, and the whole week, in an undisclosed location. (We had to wait for Dick Cheney to vacate and he took his sweet time. If you see him, tell him he left a half a box of Cheez-Its and the January issue of Hooters and Howitzers Monthly.)
Yeah, I just traveled a few weeks ago but that was for (yucky) work. This is for R&R&R&R: Rest and Relaxation and Rays and Rum drinks. So, as you read this, picture me basking in some much needed sunshine and hoisting something fruity and rum-laden in your general direction in a toast to you.
Give yourself a hug for me and go out and do something you've been wanting to do.
See ya on the flipside. Have a great week!