Planes, Trains And An Apple Tree

A long weekend at the beach.

I just love how that rolls off my tongue. Or maybe I just love it because I'm sitting here after an exhausting day at work wishing I was about to embark on another long weekend at the beach rather than having just returned from a long weekend at the beach. It could also be because I spent the better part of my workday tied up in corporate meetings. And I work in finance, so I bet you can just imagine how riviting and exciting my day has been. Yeah, a weekend at the beach sounds pretty good right about now. Did you know they still make us gals wear panty hose? Who still wears panty hose anyway? I do I guess. Against my will.

Very much against my will.

I wish I was here instead, making birthday cake sand castles.

Or back at our aunt and uncle's beach house, where they have an apple tree in their yard. Apple trees don't grow at 9,000 feet. I don't think I will ever get to have one in my yard.

Do you think they would notice if we just moved there and pitched a tent?

And that's just the fenced in part. This is their real backyard. I'd hate them if I didn't love them.

I might even be having sentimental thoughts about visiting at Legoland, and it wasn't even that great. The munchkin thought it was pretty fantastic though, and that's all that really matters.

I mean, he got to drive for goodness sake. You know how boys are about their cars.

And planes. We did this ride over and over again. And by we I mean them.

It was a great long weekend. We have the swords to prove it.

And now that the blasted panty hose is off and I am relaxed and sitting in front of a fire with a fabulous glass of red, I'm pretty sure I like this place quite a bit too. Yeah, I think right where I am is just exactly where I'm supposed to be.