The countdown is on. Three more sleeps until we leave for Mexico! WOO HOO!!
While we were at the wedding on Saturday, I leaned over to The Husband. "One more week," I whispered.
He looked at his watch. "Know what we'll be doing this time next week?" he asked. I grinned, my mind wandering to beaches and fruity umbrella-laden drinks.
The Husband looks around. "We'll be listening to music, in a room with hundreds of people we don't know, lining up for a dinner buffet. Essentially, we'll be doing the exact same thing."
"Only we'll be wearing Bermuda shorts," he added, with a shrug.