When Life Hands You Lemons...
The Week That Was


Yesterday morning at 5:11 Joe and I pulled out of our parking space. At 7:45 we pulled into the driveway In Ocean City, our home for the next week.

I figured that if we going to experience Judgement Day, the Rapture, the Beginning of the End Times, what have you, what better place to face it than my favorite place in the whole entire world?

And, if it didn't happen, which seems to be the case, what better place to not face it than my favorite place in the whole entire world?

My sister, brother-in-law, and nephew were already here, so we planned for a big old cookout and invited my other nephew and his wife, and SonnyeBoy and his ladyfriend. Sean (who is a damn fine cook) grilled up jerk chicken, I slapped some potato salad in bowl, tossed up a bag of salad, and whipped up an icebox cake.

We had wine and killer mojitos and a high old time swapping stories and telling lies and laughing over every little thing. It was a wonderful way to start a week of no plans.

Well, I take that back. We do have a couple of plans. One plan is to have dinner with my other sister and brother-in-law. Another plan is to spend as much time with SonnyeBoy as we can. And the last plan is to have no other plans.

So please excuse me; there's hammock outside with my name on it.