Whereupon we discover that my husband, is indeed someone to be trusted, who apparently is eligible to partake in a pirate's life for three.
But before we commence with that which will apply to the aforementioned foreshadowing, let us digress...ever so slightly.
Remember these...my precious?
Yup. Well suffice it to say they are not acceptable for the Black Pearl or a vacation in the World. I haven't worn them a lot, but every day when I've gotten out of work, I'll wear them from mom's to home, and you know what? They just don't make me feet go ahhh...when I tried them on initially, they felt good, but the size nine is just too big and doesn't provide the support Merrells are known for because it's not properly fitting my foot and if this sentence could possibly get any longer I think I'd have give up my near perfect score on the written portion of the SATs.
Well, that being said, I'm done with shoes. Tink, it's okay, pick yourself up off the floor. I'm done with shoes...for now. I'm going to continue to wear these lovelies...
Well, not these exactly. I own these Adidas flip flops in black/white, and a light mint green/white. I got them last year at Kohl's on sale, and had to go to two different stores to get them in my size, and I love them. That foot bed is comprised of a cushy oh so soft memory foam. These flips have ruined me for other flip flops including my whole Disney collection. Which I still keep, because I like those for by the pool. And now you know that Tink and I are really related, as it's become apparent by the past several paragraphs, that I too, am obsessed with shoes.
Seriously, these flip flops are comfy. But I did wear them to the World last year, and they are not good for all day touring. So I have a new strategy R2...let the wookie win...no, that's not it...use the Force, Luke...no, that's not it either...oh yes! I'm going to switch between these flip flops and my comfy sneakers I use to work out in every day. Perhaps...just perhaps...if a coupon code tickles my fancy, I'll try some other sandals out. But that remains to be seen...in future chapters...which hopefully, will not all be devoted to shoes. Not that there's anything wrong with that (TINK!)
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So after having given up on the shoe front, and already feeling extremely over budget this month, I decided to dig myself a slightly deeper hole, but in a very small way. And for this, I must talk to the Professor.
Jones?
No.
JACKIE!!!
Or, as I like to call her CP.
Here it is, Mrs. Harrison Ford:
ARR!
Thar be ye ole TK family trip binder!
Ready...
and waiting for instruction from the wise Prof. CP.
Sadly, although I traveled through the land of Wal-Mart (you know how hard it is to anchor your ship there?) and found my binder, in a nice carribean blue, and purchased some paper to print out all the info I could ever want/need for this trip, I was not completely successful in my endeavors! ALAS I tell you! They were out of our printer ink. And we're practically out of our printer ink. Blast! So, I'll have to check back, and I was really hoping to get cracking on this over the weekend...with Prof. CP's approval, of course.
Which also brings me to another small point about that weekend that is not so much pre trip report related but TK family related. On Sunday, DH and I will have been married for six years. The traditional gift is iron and candy. Interesting, huh? PG, people, PG. So, quite a while ago, I got him a Jack Sparrow pocket watch...I figured at least it was metal, if not iron, and today, I got him an assortment of treasure...uh, I mean candy, to lay the watch on. I'm really excited, I hope he likes it!
Not sure what we're going to do yet. Movie...dinner...who knows? Any suggestions?
And speaking of DH, that brings me to our final point of the evening. Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?
So, today, DH came home and asked me what the dates were for our vacation. The 11th? I said, no silly, that was last year. It's the 14th to the 21st. Sunday to Sunday.
Why I said.
Oh, why do you want to know?
No, why do you want to know?
I felt like Jack and Barbossa in POTC3 "What are you doin'?" "What are you doing?"
The reason he's asking is because today at work, his boss asked him when it was. And then said, "well, we'll need to mark it down on the calendar." and then joked that DH was a pain in the but or some other macho manly comment that meant I'm not thrilled your going against me, but hey I need you if I have a snowball's chance in you know where of selling my business, and since I don't want to unduly anger you and risk losing you, I'm going to let you take this completely unpaid leave.
Savvy?
They still haven't mentioned the business is for sale.
Ah well.
At least the vacation's official. Not that it wasn't already. Because as soon as we heard that little tidbit about them selling and not dishing...I had pretty much decided I didn't care what they said. Which is huge for me...because I don't know if you've all caught on, but TK is a nice girl. Sometimes, a little too nice. And it can be naive. Although endearing.
I'm really working on bringing out that inner pirate.
It's there.
I swear it!
YO HO!
Several of the camp grounds have already been closed because the trees' root systems are gone, and though the dead trees are still standing, a strong wind could blow them over. 
