So Aunt Cracker has been on a vacation at the beach, she's been sending me pictures through email and on my phone. Gorgeous place.....she can open the sliding door from her bedroom and there is the sand...ON THE BEACH....about 100 yards from the ocean....GORGEOUS I TELL YOU.....
She tells me, come down, you can make it happen, just do it. So I do. I scurry around doing lots and lots of laundry, working out details for work coverage. Don't have to stress about Snoopy, plants, or mail because Papa is not coming with me.
I'm going on a vacation and it's so nice because I'm really calm, unlike when I usually am planning on leaving for vacation. Other than all the massive amounts of laundry that I continue to do.
All of a sudden Cobie Calliat is blaring by my head.
Oh No,,,,,I open my eyes.....
It's 5 a.m.....that's the radio alarm telling me it's time to get up and go to work.
No vacation.....it was a dream? But it was so real. I was going to the beach. It was going to be big fun.
No beach? It was so real.
But it's just Wednesday.......time to get up.
Still stinging from the disappointment......Grammy