Well, my little lambs, I’m gone.

To Aruba, that is!

I’m sorry I haven’t mentioned it before now, but there’s too many crazies out there for me to be putting all my plans out there. And crazies? If you’re reading, you should know that the roomie is not alone while I’m gone. And that the puppies are secure in a very safe place. And there’s several people manning (womaning?) the Starlite office. And so, take your bad intentions home.

By the time you’re reading this, I’m long gone. I have a really hard time going on vacation, especially when it is out of the country. I’ve spent the past few days writing lists after lists after lists for the peeps taking care of Starlite, my puppies, etc. I’ve given all my girls every emergency contact number they could ever need and I added a few more there, too. I’ve answered every email, returned every voicemail… and yet I’m still nervous about being away.

It isn’t that they can’t do it without me; far from that. In fact, they’ll probably do everything better while I’m gone (maybe I should leave more often…). My anxiety centers around the fact that I have some work-a-holic tendencies that would love to be front and center 24/7. The last time I went on vacation, I came back with two new Starlite training manuals written and the same pasty white skin I left with. I’m just a load of fun, right?

So I’m going to try to chill a bit over the next few days, even though it will be hard. Am I not the weirdest person you’ve ever met? Who else has to “try” to relax?

I’m going with some of my family; on the bad side, I’m the only single one going. On the good side, that means I get my own hotel room. I wanted to take Imaginary Boyfriend along, but we’d have to get a whole other hotel room for him and? Hello? He needs to learn to pay his own way.

I’ll be checking in with you, but I’m not sure what kind of internet access I’ll have. So, if you don’t hear from me for a little bit, don’t forget me. I’ll be back with more mediocre attempts at humor soon.