I am in Oklahoma sitting in the lobby of our resort on the resort computer because so far nobody’s awake enough to decide if we’re going to pay for wifi in the condos.  The best part is I’m still half in my pajamas, my  hair is all tangled, and I have no makeup on whatsoever.

I’m surprised they haven’t kicked me out yet because I look terrible, y’all. 

But I’m on vacation.  So I don’t care what I look like. 

It’s cold, rainy, and otherwise disgusting outside.  This does not concern me at all because:

1. I am on vacation
2. I am not in Dallas (although I like you Dallas people and I might miss a few of you)
3. I am on vacation
4. I am on vacation

Joey and I didn’t realize just how worn down we were until yesterday after his Ordination ceremony at church.  It was like we were giant balloons in the Macy’s parade and someone pulled the plug and all the air started going out of us.  (Let it be known that I deflated much quicker than he did.  I deflated in 10 minutes, he took about 7 hours.)

He’s not awake yet.  He may not wake up until 10.  I slept basically awful last night (what’s new) and still woke up at 7, but didn’t see any point in trying to go back to sleep.  So I poured myself an inch of coffee, ate a cinnamon roll, actually remembered to take my vitamins, and decided to come out here to say I AM ON VACATION.

The amount of postage on this blog will entirely depend on who (if anyone) ponies up the $16.00 required for interwebby access in our condo for the week.

I should probably consider taking a shower and brushing out my hair now.  Nobody really wants to see me looking like this in any pictures that may be posted on this blog later.  Guaranteed.

And they’d probably appreciate me getting out of their lobby looking like this.