Why didn't I just take Monday off too?

I really have no answer for that. Truly, I do not. In fact I wasn't going to take tomorrow off, either but with a million errands and a doc appointment or two it just made sense. I hate to take time off to just sit in my home, especially when said home is a billion degrees. I'm looking forward to some beach time though. The sunblock Nycgirrl turned me onto hasn't let me down all Summer - no freckles and my face is still pale - yay - so I'll be safe in the surf. I don't sit on the beach though - just long enough to dry the sand from my toes and then I'm off back to sit on the deck and enjoy the breezes off the bay. That is my favorite part of this annual vacation - getting up early to watch the sun rise on the beach, then walking back home to sip tea on the deck in the blissful quiet. The water is calm and if you're creative you can imagine it Aruba teal instead of New Jersey gray. (ha ha ha)
I'll think of you row gals... and return with Salt Water Taffy!

8-)

A Merry Day

This post is, admittedly, late; but to borrow a cheap pun, better late than never. So the topic is Friday, a day in which I think I managed to indulge the most basic of girlie fantasies. I began the day at a spa, where I redeemed a gift certificate that my chinnie babies had given me for Mother's Day. I had a deep sea mud wrap and a massage. Oh such bliss. Oh such joy.

Oh, those little fluffy, furry babies got extra raisins Friday night. My skin was (and still is) soft and silky... not something I get to do everyday, but a rare treat is often the best type of treat.

The only thing I must say (and I caution anyone going to the spa to remember this) is deep tissue massage kind of hurts. Who knew I had such knots of tension living in my neck and shoulders. The payoff was, great, though. This has been the first time, in a while, that the underlying soreness in my legs is gone. Completely melted away and I still feel fab two days later. Guess, I found the antidote for Mikey Muscles.

Then I met with my sister to do some preliminary wedding dress shopping. While I've decided to keep the identity of my dress a secret I can say my sister and I actually had a lovely time. For all the griping I do about her (and 99.4% of it is completely accurate and well deserved) she really has a knack for fashion - much like our own NYCGirrl. So, we're down to two dresses, which to me, means I have not met the one (or, have I met the one and am now just being crafty in this post?).
;-)