I am going on vacation this week! One of my sewing buddies had the prophetic realization this fall that we were going to be cold in February. So we bought cheap tickets on a discount carrier to anywhere they went that was warm.

Round trip ticket to Daytona – $106.00
Fee for 5 days in a borrowed time share – $25
Sun, sand, and water during the cheapest vacation ever – priceless

My companions are in their 50s and haven’t been on vacation without husbands and/or offspring in ages. One has never flown. Why do I think that I’m going to end up being the chaperone?

One husband is very worried. He thinks that I’m going to be chasing men and getting his wife to be bad. We can’t quite convince him that that is way too much work for us to do on vacation. The most we are planning to do is to roll over to tan the other side. That friend’s 20 year old daughter went with us to get pre-vacation pedicures (at the local vo-tech school for $6.39 including tax). The daughter’s nails are a nice pale pink. Her mom’s are fire engine red and mine are turquoise. She looked at our feet and sighed, “It is Girls Gone Wild around here.” So that’s what I’m officially calling the trip.