Reason #267 why I am not NEARLY nice enough to my husband...

Driving in to work this morning, my thought process was the following:

I think today is going to be a DAY. I don't know why, but I just feel a little...off. It's not supposed to be above 50 today. And it's all wet and gross out right now. And I'm tired. And I still don't have my written offer for my new job, which means I'm still stuck doing my old job, even though I am MORE THAN READY to start the new one. And now I probably won't make the 3/16 start date. And that sucks.

Maybe a Jimmy Buffett dance party is in order to set this day up right.

Well, that doesn't seem to be helping at all. The ocean sounds aren't making me feel better, they're making me want to go to the beach. Hey, that's not a bad idea at all. Didn't I move to Georgia because I'd be closer to the beach? It's a totally legitimate long-weekend destination. For the love, I NEED THE BEACH!

And when I got to work? I called my husband and said just that. His response?

Splash Resorts in Panama City Beach.*

We're shooting for April.

I can't wait.

*Ordinarily I would be against this, as I am not a big 'high rise on the beach' kind of person. I prefer secluded spots, where there aren't a ton of people around to bug me while I'm trying to relax. But I am also very realistic. And for an April long-weekend trip to the Panhandle, with Brigid in tow? The place that's walking distance to my favorite doughnut shop and attached to it's very own Alvin's Island is more than perfect for me.