I'm on the road again. After leaving St. Pete Beach, with the youngest, I hoofed it home for a couple of nites in my own bed. Now I'm up at the other end of the world in Wisconsin, visiting Ella Numera Una.
You'd think I was interested in having a bipolar Spring Break, but believe me, there's a method to my madness. See, right after we left FLA, all heck broke loose. The Gulf Coast of the Sunshine State has had torrential rains since our departure. DC wasn't in such great shape when I left yesterday morning, either. So, I've abandoned the almost-April showers of the East Coast for the 60s & 70s of the sunny Upper Midwest.
And you thought Global Warming was a bad thing, correctamundo?
I've been doing naught but being a "Mom" since arriving yesterday. We hiked a couple of miles & back, to a favorite sub shop, then I tippy-tapped on my computer while the chica napped. We'll be running errands all week~Home Depot here, Target there~hanging out & perhaps catching a few episodes of "Ally McBeal," that rad '90s show my aspiring lawyer chick got on DVD from Santa this past Xmas.
Oh, and dreading the return to Our Humble High School. The good news is we're headed for the home stretch. Bad news~natch~is that the School Board tacked on extra days in the wake of our Snowpocalypse. We'll be in school 'til June 25th, about the time I'll be headed out to the OBX for my summer soirée.
Ella Numera Dos has an almost mirror image to mine on her photoblog this a.m. You should check out her beachfront slumbers at MOO!