i turned to my husband and said ... "i wanna go up to the north shore."
i probably used my whiny voice.
though likely, i didn't ask over and over and over and over and over and over until he finally relented ... like some people i know. *coughcough* cora *coughcough*
and so we threw together the skeleton of a plan.
and then we changed it.
and then we found a dog sitter.
and a cat/bird sitter.
and then we changed it again.
and jeremy went to work.
and we talked on the phone and decided not to go. decided that we should go anyway. decided to camp. decided that that sounded like too much work. decided that maybe the weather wouldn't be good and we shouldn't go. decided that we didn't care.
jeremy came home and we left.
we drove in relative silence. with virtually no plans but the plan to just be together and have fun.
we had an idea of where we might stay. and then we abondoned that idea when i saw the location and the in the downtownishness of it. i may have used my whiney voice again when i mentioned that we should maybe drive on down to canal park and see if there were any vacancies. (i have secretly always wanted to stay on canal park. by the bridge.) so we drove to the farthest down hotel. made our agreement about how much was too much and i ran in to ask about vacancies.
please note. this is also around the time that finners was screaming DONE DONE DONE from the middle seats. and the girls were
they had one vacancy. at that just right price.
and we walked into a jacuzzi suite.
the girly girls loved the bathtub in the living room.
that little blue caboose of our family that excites over cars. and trucks. and buses. and now boats too.