Studly Doright and I are getting away for a few days. We’re heading to a resort hotel on Clearwater Beach for a belated 40th anniversary celebration. Hopefully the weather will cooperate and we’ll have fun in the sun instead of a fizzle in the drizzle.

My pre-vacation ritual always includes a couple of days in which we aren’t allowed to wear anything that might need to be packed. If at all possible one should just sit around the house naked, but Studly Doright played golf yesterday, and he’ll need to report to work this morning, both of which are better done clothed.

As for me, well…

Yes, I might or might not be naked right now, not for any prurient reason, but solely to avoid doing unnecessary loads of laundry. 

Ok, so I’m not naked, but I am wearing a pair of too tight, too short yoga pants and a faded pink t-shirt that I pulled from the deepest, darkest corner of my closet. 

At some point today I’ll make a trip to the grocery store. I’ll probably change into something less offensive. Or not.


Peace, people!

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

6 thoughts on “Tripping”

  1. You crack me up. I do the very same thing. And in reverse upon return until all that unpacking and washing gets done. Delightful post for me on my first day back from vacation. Have a wonderful, crazy anniversary trip. 40 years is something to be celebrated for sure!

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      1. The last one was to DC and Georgetown but I have had three in 6 weeks! Eek! Before that driving with my daughter to Denver where she was moving for a new job. Before that the Smokey Mts. in TN and then through Nashville and Louisville to visit family. I love to travel but so glad now to be home in MI.

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