My shoulders are aching, no lie, in anticipation for our couples massage. A couples massage? I mean, who are we? These things we don't indulge in regularly (or...ever), and so I'm just....excited. I called the hotel, I told them this was sort of like our honeymoon. I mean, it is. Kind of. Just a little bit later than a typical honeymoon. They said they'd fix up our room quite nice.
Oh, and the weather? It looks like we'll be okay. Just your typical potential afternoon thunderstorm. But, again. Really? It'll be fine. There are no hurricanes on the radar, and all my selfish "please God, don't let a hurricane come!" prayers seemed to have done the trick.
This weekend, however, our family apple-picking event (to cross off the bucket-list) got rained out. I was totally bummed.
We ended up at the mall and TGI Friday's instead. It was totally lame in comparison to all the fun times we'd have picking apples and getting adorable family photos. Such is life, I suppose.
Anyway. I'm off. Guest posts are scheduled, the house is half-cleaned, mine and Eme's bags are packed (she'll be staying with my parents), and Declan? He hasn't even thought about packing yet. His last-minute ways about that type of thing kill me. Although, here I sit blogging instead of cleaning. Touche, Katie. Touche.
I will, though--while having a great time, be missing this silly face. There's no way around that.
And this one face, too.
See you on the flip side.