Monday, March 06, 2006


Every once in a while, a girl should trade in the office shoes for flip flops, her brief case for a beach bag and her power lunch for a pina colada. In a few hours, that's what I'll be doing. And that's the way it should be.

I also won't mind exchanging the last cold winds of Old Man Winter for trade winds. I won't mind trading a trail in the park for a snorkeling trail. And the flannel sheets can be replaced by a hammock. I couldn't be more ready- I've been packed for days!

Even my friends and coworkers are ready for me to leave. Apparently, they don't love my inspired rendition of "No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems" every hour, on the hour. I can't imagine why not.

With that, I'll say farewell. Should I get down there and decide my true calling in life is beach-bumming (which I sort of already know), I will find internet somewhere and give everyone my new Caribbean address and invite you to visit. Promise.

Bon voyage*, my few but precious bloggin' buddies.

*Bon voyage is boat talk; if it's truly paradise, there will be boats.


Bre said...

There are flip-flops in my closet screaming "weeeaarrrr ussss!"


When you're lying somewhere deliciously warm... think of me, bundled up against the 40 degree week we'll be having!

JustRun said...

I'll send warm thoughts.

justacoolcat said...

Hey, where are you going?


Sister Buckle said...

They're called a pair of 'thongs', people. 'Flip flops' - so British!

Have a ripsnorter of a holiday! Yay! With snorkelling and sunbaking and hot dude who wear shell necklaces :D

Caroline said...

Have fun!!

deepThoughts said...

Hope you are having tons of fun!!
Looking forward to your reading more about your trip when you get back :)

GirlGoyle said...

Funny...that's been my vanity plate for years: Beachbm - wishful thinking on my part as well!!