Oh, The Places You'll Go...

My favorite book from Dr. Seuss advises, "You have brains in your head and feet in your shoes ~ You can steer yourself any direction you choose.You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go."* Well, I know what I know and I know I don't need to be driven...I'm within walking distance of crazy.

Every year my family and I trek to Florida for a restful week on the Gulf of Mexico. This is the first year I do not want to go. I made a resolution to myself this is the year I dig us out of debt and aside from a mortgage remain debt-free. However, after much debate (read: fighting) from the family members who just don't get me and my world (read: they don't worry about it...they know I'll figure it out) I threw in the towel. We leave this Friday.

So begins the drive from Upstate New York to Sarasota, Florida. I am quite sure once I grease myself up in SPF 50 and have my first glass of wine I may come to the realization they were right and I was wrong in my consternation. But I doubt it. However, to make sure I have an audience to whine about all this to, you are coming with me.

We leave at 1:00 PM Friday afternoon for the non-stop drive to Florida (everybody use the bathroom now - we're not stopping.) If you don't hear from me until Saturday evening it is because one of three things have occurred:

1) In final disgust over the antics of my laptop, I threw it out the window somewhere in the Carolinas;
2) In final disgust, my family threw ME out somewhere in the Carolinas;
3) I am the one driving at warp speed THROUGH the Carolinas just to get out of the God-forsaken car.

So, pack your sunscreen...I am sure in the end we will have a good time. I'll bring the wine, and I have it on good information (read: one of my Directors who is already IN Florida) that the weather has been, and is forecast to remain, gorgeous.

And before my Granny finds out I've just told the world I am leaving my house for a whole week and liable to have complete lunatics come raid it, please be advised of the following:

1) If you endeavor to break-and-enter my home, please vacuum. I am quite sure it needs to be done.
2) If you are pilfering through my closet, let me know if you find my navy pumps...I haven't seen them in a year.
3) My brother-in-law is moving in to take care of the chickens, the cat, and the killer pugs so you may wish to re-think suggestions one and two.

So, here we go. We shall pack, plan, map, organize, devise a menu, and drink copious amounts of wine in the process. I'm sure a good time will be had by all. And when I get home, I can go back to work and to enjoy a decent rest.

* Thank you, Dr. Seuss! "Oh, The Places You'll Go!" One of my life-long favorites!