Beach Me, Baby...

This is where I will be exactly one week from today, my beautiful blogettes. And two words come to mind. Yes, please...

My fingers and toes are triple-crossed that the oil holds off and doesn't spread its ugly black tar fingers to our beautiful white sand beaches. I have so many memories of looking for sand crabs in Orange Beach every summer as a kid, enjoying a week of freedom in Destin every spring break as a college girl, and look forward to making many more on our upcoming vacay on those same shores now as a newlywed. Though I know the media has gone to town with some serious spin on the images of pelicans covered in oil, it still breaks my heart to think what could happen to our beloved Gulf Coast. The good news is we get a full refund if it hits before or while we're down there. The bad news is if that happens, I won't get to do any of this.

Which let's be honest, is one of my alltime-favorite, I-know-it's-bad-but-I-promise-I-wear-SPF, I-can-almost-smell-the suntan-oil-and-feel-the-frosty-beverage-in-my-hands pasttimes...

Beach me.