Family Vacation, July 2015—Getting Hammered

Isn’t just THE BEST to get back to your own bed after vacation? We had decent sleeping mattresses in both hotels, but nothing is as comfortable as your own bed. As I drifted off to sleep last night, I was grateful for the modern convenience of tablets and such which will keep the girls occupied in the morning and allow me to sleep in.

I’ll admit, the last dream I had this morning was of me working night shift as a nurse with a terrible head cold on some random med-surg floor somewhere. I have no idea what that means.

At precisely 7:13 AM, while still reveling in the comforts of my TempurPedic haven, the unmistakable sound of a jackhammer battered its way into my consciousness. At first I was confused, as they only finished paving the street across the way two weeks ago. Once I was able to focus my eyes, I saw 6 guys watching the 7th guy pommel a hole in the fresh asphalt. After a couple of minutes, they would rotate and a new guy would try his hand at this manly sport. As you can imagine, this was met with varying degrees of success. I cannot imagine what has changed in the intervening two weeks which would require them to destroy a perfectly good road.

I think I will go ask them to keep an eye out for my good brown flip flop which was lost during a mud off-roading incident with the Jewbaru. I really miss it.

Nothing like a getting good and hammered in the morning...
Nothing like a getting good and hammered in the morning…

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