He is making a film in Hawaii. Before you start swearing, please remember your New Year's Resolutions to cut back on that potty mouth of yours. And maybe remember that he was gone (there) over my birthday and also again in November. So maybe he doesn't actually Deserve this trip, but I can promise you that I do. Need and Deserve and possibly Covet. Can I covet my own vacation?*
So don't hate me because I'm about to be warm (in a week).
Which, naturally, reminds me of a commercial from the late 80s - remember this?
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful."
We used to follow that with "... I used to look just like you." **
I just deleted a lengthy rant about self-berating and comparisons. You're welcome. And once again, let me just say, I love my thirties. (*sigh of relief*)
So, you know, don't hate me because I get to sit on a beach for a week while Husband films beautiful islanders seventeen hours a day. Just know that I'm thinking of you... and I used to shiver in the frozen mountaintops/tundra/plains, just like you.
Oh, and maybe tell me your favorite beach reading. I promise to think of you if I pick up a copy and carry it to my lounge chair - and I'll try not to spill tropical beverages on it. You're welcome again.
*Remember that Simpsons when Ned called Reverend Lovejoy in the middle of the night and said, "I think I covet my own wife?" No? Never mind. Maybe you had to be there.
**Even then, back in the days of big hair and High School, I was fluent in Snark.