Living Hard and Vacationing Free (almost)

I just have to say that I love the fact that Bruce Willis' newest movie in the Die Hard collection is named using my home state's motto. Yeah, "Live Free or Die Hard" is a must see on my summer movie list and I can't wait to get to the theaters for this one. However, I've been keeping up with the reviews and I'm really tired of hearing the same complaints over and over. It's a movie for heavens sake, it's not supposed to be realistic! I'm the type of movie watcher who usually enjoys the movies that get the worst reviews anyway, and to this reviewer, I say I will remember this movie and I'll remember it with love.



The count down to my mini vacation is getting shorter and I am more than ready for a few days void of responsibilities, sleep and proper nutrition. I will partake in the Fourth of July tradition of eating every thing that's offered at the buffet table, staying up until I can be legally declared insane and using the excuse "I've been in the pool all day, I don't need a shower." Kris has already informed me however (because he won't be coming with me on this little trip) that any 2AM phone calls (whether it's a school night or not) will be unacceptable, unanswered and responded to by changing the locks on the front door of our condo. So I guess that means that I can still text and send pics of the Corcoran rendition of "Ring of Fire" because who doesn't love that song?! And if Kris tries to say that he wouldn't laugh a little upon seeing such a picture, regardless of the time, I will have to deem him a liar and subsequently set his clothes on fire. Hey that rhymed! As you can tell, we have a very healthy and loving relationship in which we use things like fire and flicking to keep each other in line.

So tonight I will finish packing, yuck. Over the years I've discovered that I could pack my entire closet and it wouldn't matter because once I get to where I'm going the only thing I'll want to wear is that one shirt I left in the dryer back home. I'm getting to the point now where I give myself 3 minutes to pack and whatever I can fit into my suitcase goes, whatever doesn't is left behind to miss me. The problem with this method however, is that I end up with limited clothing options which forces me to venture out in stars and moon themed pajama bottoms and a black backless shirt, typically reserved for the dance clubs, not the 7/11.

Well folks, the Monday workday is almost over so you can start smiling again. Try not to speed on the way home, be careful when changing the radio station and keep the road rage to flashing your high beams and laying on the horn. No baseball bats please.