We booked ourselves some tickets, and we're going to Myrtle Beach. Yesssssss.
Wait for it.... wait for it... OK, I feel bad for you now. Only a little.
I need a vacation like people in Hell need ice water (read: really bad), so I'm probably going to start counting down the hours. Starting... now. (OK, I don't really know how many hours it is, but it's definitely too many).
So while me, The BF and our pals, The Locals, are downing margaritas on the beach for a week, we'll think of you. Really. We will. Alright, probably not, but you understand.
The sun will be frying my brain. And that's awesome.
Countdown until vacation: 65 days. Dang.