So I went to the beach for two weeks in July, and I have spent the first part of August moping that I'm not still there.
The generous and loving husband sent me for a week with my besties (no dudes allowed). Then he and the girl urchins met me, and we stayed for our cherished week with the beloved un-family.
Coming home from the beach means it's time to start getting ready for school. Blecch.
Let's go back to the beach!