I need a vacation, from this day.

Why does it happen like this all the time? He has been here almost 2 weeks. He leaves today. We finally got to the good part last night. Not 'that' good part. The part where it's all giggly and whispers and we were the only two people in the crowded room. Is this even making sense? I can't care. I'm only here for another couple minutes, then its off to a beach for the day. We have snagged ourselves a real cute cabana boy, that will make frosty drink and apply tanning lotion. Sometimes the silver lining comes through the clouds in the nick of time.-V