Wow...Slack much?

I have been seriously slacking in the blog department. Sheesh!

To bring you up to speed, we went on a week long vacation to Myrtle Beach with my favorite people in the world (you guessed it, my parents). We ate some crab legs and other assorted deliciousness from the sea; elbowed countless children for inner tubes in the lazy river; Dad drank some pool water -- which caused a quick trip to the hospital and caused him to throw up violently while watching the beach from his bedroom suite window for two days; Todd came thisclose to making the PGA tour while golfing at 75% of Myrtle beaches best courses; mom out-tanned the lot of us and we had to leave her behind at south of the border b/c she no longer looked American; we watched an awesome show at the Carolina Opry which made me long for a singing voice...or some dancing skills (darn those Henson-Kramer genes); we ate some more mounds of seafood and made approximately 3 visits to Sonic (HELLO NOVA, CAN I GET SOME SONIC PLEASE?); mom learned how to mini golf; we purchased $100 worth of unnecessary Christmas stuff at the Christmas Mouse; and we all made general frowny faces as we had to pack up our 9,000 various outfits and 15 boxes of food & beverage (my parents pack for a family of 16), hug & kiss goodbye, and drive away from the gloriousness that is the beach. All-in-all it was a fabulous and memorable week, and I had some serious "back-to-work-blues" come Monday.

And I'm sure you're wondering where Whinnie was during our week away. Well, she was at a little place we call "camp" which is actually just code for the Vet kennel. And judging by the fact that since we've picked her up, she's had a serious bout with diarrhea, has eaten all of her meals like she hasn't seen food in weeks, has been sleeping like she hasn't slept in months, and has an incredibly hoarse voice when she barks (I had no idea this happened to dogs!), seems like she had an equally good time at "camp". And by good, I mean depressed-because-my-parents-dropped-me-off-and-I-don't-know-if-they-are-ever-coming-back-so-I-refuse-to-eat-and-will-stay-up-all-day-and-night-barking-until-they-return kind of time. The diarrhea was just a bonus I guess.

Fortunately Dad is better, Whinnie is getting better, and my blues are slowly fading as we transition back in to reality.

But I'm fairly certain that the whole trip can be summed up by one little sign I saw hanging in the Christmas Mouse: "If you're lucky enough to be at the beach...you're lucky enough."

I can't wait until next summer!

And if you're lucky enough (and if mom ever sends them to me) maybe I will post some pictures from our vacation soon!

PS - Thank you to my mom & dad, and Todd, for such a wonderful, relaxing and memorable week. I had the best time (minus a few bumps in the road) and hope we get to plan family vacations multiple times over the coming years! Love you all!