Vacation, All I Ever Wanted.

This is where I’ll be for the next five days.

I’m not even a beach person, but I’m so excited to get away for a bit and have absolutely nothing to do other than sleep and read and hang out.

I pretended for about five seconds that I was going to set writing goals for myself while away and then I was like HAHAHAHA NO.

(But I kind of secretly want to. Because. Writing is happy and fun and might someday make me money? [Hahahaha.])

Anyway. It’s going to be five days of all-girls getaway to Cape Cod, where there are no schedules or agendas or concrete goals. Just relaxing and hanging out and eating and enjoying, you know, life.

Unless this happens.

I will high-tail it back inside and as far from the coast as I can get if I see anything close to that.

But I won’t. Because all-girls getaways to Cape Cod don’t end in shark attacks.

Oh, God, now I’m just thinking about Jaws and every other scary movie that begins with “Five girl friends go away together…”

…

ANYWAY. Cape Cod looks like this:

And I will relax and enjoy and devise a plan to make the inevitably cute guy who runs a lobster roll shack fall in love with me. Because, let’s be honest, at this stage of my life, I just want someone to give me free lobster rolls.