32 Hours, 21 minutes and counting
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That’s when Her Hotness and I will lock the five in the garage and high-tail it out of town. We’ll check into this B&B for two nights and 2.5 days, surfacing only to eat:
“Quaint,” you say? “Cute?”
“Xanadu,” says I. “Nirvana.”
I am excited beyond all reason for this trip. Sleeping until we’re done…I can barely imagine what that must be like. It’s our first getaway without diapers and shock collars since Girl 2 was born, and probably much longer than that. In fact, I don’t remember the last time we went anywhere alone for any period longer than an evening. What if we don’t have anything to talk about?? What fills the void when it’s not filled by the constant pecking of ducks?
I’m like a kid at Christmas time. No, worse: a kid at Christmas looks forward to the loot of Christmas morning. I’m looking forward to this the way a drowning man looks for a life belt tossed from the quickly sinking rail of his ship. Like a guy with jock itch looks forward to a shower and powder. Kids’ anticipation at Christmas time builds slowly and climaxes in one morning. For me, this trip is the down time that must get me through the next 16 years, or until we get a chance for more down time, whichever comes first.
November 2nd, 2007 at 8:07 pm
To put it in an Australian way: “You bewdy! Half your luck!” or in ninja turtle talk: “awesome!” However I put it, you’ve earned this both of you and I hope it’s a memorably wonderful time!
November 4th, 2007 at 4:36 am
Ah yes, the Cook Islands beckons…in about 5 years! Hope you have/had a wonderful and relaxing break.