…it is still very hot in hell. Which means I didn’t make the short-list.

The kids are terribly disappointed. But after Bill hastened to remind me of my deep-rooted fears of falling out of planes into crocodile infested waters, I’m okay with it.

Now, instead of running around like a crazy woman thinking about passports for 7 people, wardrobes appropriate for lounging on the beach all day long, and who carries the best brand of footwear that can transition from light hiking to strolling through the surf, I can relax and turn my attention to less stressful topics like when I should go visit my parents this summer, what Latin program I should use with a reluctant learner, and how Bill and I can make the best use of the little time he has left before deployment.

What a relief!