T minus 1 hour 50 minutes to Vacation
It’s settled, finally. We’re going to Florida, The Forgotten Coast. DH called at and lunch and said he’s overnighting a check to a guy about a beach house.
A check? I had to ask this question several times. A piece of paper? You’re going to mail it?
How absurd.
I am freaked out about spending six hours in the car with a three year old, and a sixteen year old. Ugh. Last time we spent a really long time in the car, SS was nine or ten years old – a far cry from three.
DH has mentioned buying a DVD player for the car. That is my kind of sanity saver. Muzzy. Muzzy in the car can be my friend.
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