Vacation

Ok, so I am not on vacation, and neither is Jeff...technically (though I do not have work retreats at the beach...) The girls and I are home today and tomorrow around lunch time I am going to pick them up from school and we'll go do some work retreating of our own. Despite the fact that this is a pretty normal, work-needing-to-be-done Wednesday I feel like we are vacationing. It likely has something to do with the fact that the weather is absolutely amazing outside. So far we have:

Partaken of a mocha from McDonald's (these are my new coffee addiction, I think there is some amount of an illegal substance in them because they make me feel good, in a really good good way, not unlike what one might have felt had their pot not been seized and taken to the jail I toured yesterday...but I digress);

Listened to a marching band practice at the park, Rory thought it was fantastic and clapped in time. Jilli did some kind of hip grinding dance and correctly identified all the instruments (Shawn should be proud, clarinet first);

Dined al fresco on the deck when we got home complete with yogurt, pears and pretzels for the girls and a yummy chicken salad I made for myself; and then

Had another dance party in the office complete with princess outfits

This day is ranking highly on the (in between) scale....plus Jimmy Buffet is now crooning at me from ITunes amidst some steel drums..."You need a holiday, Take a holiday, Grab a pack and take a trail something something moonlit bay." Wednesdays rock.