My brain likes to play around with my thoughts and veer off into tangents triggered by some subconscious link unknown to my conscious self. Sometimes, this can be interesting if I have nothing better to do than sit quietly and inwardly watch. Most of the time, though, it is super annoying. I do not have the time to indulge in a “brain vacation.”
My brain has a mind of its own. I will be writing a critical scene, and suddenly, boom! I lose focus because my mind meanders to thinking about what I should cook for dinner. I really hate that. I’m sure Hemingway was not disturbed or asked, “What’s for Dinner?” Men don’t even know what a blessing they have, not being in charge of dinner.
That reminds me of the poster for the day…
If you require a good belly laugh, this is not your week. I owe you another one …
I hate the term “hump day” – a pet peeve I’ve had since childhood. Why am I telling y’all this? I have no idea. It has been a weird day today (Tuesday). I need a vacation in the worst way, and so does my husband. I had our 35th wedding anniversary trip all planned and confirmed. We were going to stay in Maui – our original honeymoon location.
Then tragedy struck, and Lahaina was gone. I spent the past few days mourning and unable to come to terms with the fact that I needed to start from square one for a new location. I started thinking about Baja & Cabo, and when I woke up today, I got on my computer and began to change my reservations. I was on hold for many minutes several times this morning.
Please pray that nothing bad happens to Cabo San Lucas.
No, I’m not talking about the World Wide Wrestling Championships.
The reason for the above disclaimer, is because strangers assumed that was what the ‘WWWC X’ on the back of our beach cover-ups meant. Look at us. We are sun worshipers and ladies of good reputation. Some of us are in great shape, but come on! Do we look like wrestlers? Was it because our cover-ups all matched? (Thanks again Eddie, Maker of Fabulous Event Shirts)
The WWWC that I’m talking about is Woman’s Weekend Without Children. Our kids called it Wild Women’s Weekend Camp-out. How did they know?! This year my BFF reserved a lakefront cabin at one of Missouri’s finer resorts.
This place, inhabited by women only, will feel like paradise. Offspring are left at home with daddy’s and grandpa’s. Only in-utero children are allowed. And absolutely NO MEN. Not even male drive-byes or twilight visits. Four glorious days of doing whatever we want, whenever we want. Taking care of only ourselves. No compromises with other family members. A long weekend devoid of “Mommy!” and “MOMMMMMMM!” Devoid of “Honey, where’s the ___?” or “What have you done with my _?”
I am ecstatic that I’m (finally) able to get to WWWC this year. It has been over 10-years, which is WAY, WAY too long. I have missed so much that I won’t “get” most of the private jokes and past references. I hate that.
If you are a woman reading this, and are not sitting on the edge of your seat, anxious to hear more, then you must be single. Single women are rarely invited because they already have a WWWC lifestyle, and are not able to truly appreciate the perks. Or understand where any of us are coming from. Well, same to you, Sister.
Meals at WWWC are whatever I bring to eat. And, the best part is that I don’t have to consider anyone else’s aversion to beans, fear of green food, or picking mushrooms out of anything that has them in it. The thought crosses my mind to make bean, spinach and mushroom soup, thankfully, it passes quickly. I can cook (and eat!) fish without listening to “Eww!” or “Gross!!” I can be lazy and plan already made meals like deli-wraps and packaged salads.
When I’m finished eating, I wash up my place setting and put away any leftovers. Another gal takes my seat at the table and enjoys her meal while chatting with table-mates that come and go.
And guess what?? Nobody cleans up after anyone else – because it isn’t necessary.
What a concept!
W.W.W.C. X – Navarre Beach, Florida
I hope I’m not pushing the secrecy rule by using WWWC X photos for this post. I use them only because we all Look. So. Damn. Hot. Who doesn’t want to be seen looking hot?
I normally give credit to my photographer(s), however, for the life of me I can’t remember who took the pix.
I must have finished that thermos of martinis before the photo-op…
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