Sick and Sad

So I'm sad cause we came home from Florida. No more Mummy. No more sunshine (albeit with a cold wind). No more good cooking (until Corey's Sunday evening feast). No more doggy visits by Shimsa, Santina, Shelby, Sydney, Rocky, Cooper, Buffy or Baby. No more geriatric outings with the biddies and their friends. No more reading in the early afternoon sunshine. No more bike riding in the neighborhood. No more chilly visits to the pool. Did I mention no more Mummy? I certainly miss it.

Also, while Corey went to Florida with a cold and got to nurse it in the sunshine, his delightful bride (HA, that's a laugh) got it on the opposite end and now I am sitting at work, trying to think while getting over a Tussinex evening, while coughing, hacking and sniffing everywhere. *sigh*

So here is my letter to Florida.

Dear fun, fantastic, fabulous Florida,

Please take good care of Mary and Stu. Keep them well, safe and happy. (Or as happy as dad's medication will allow him to be anyway!)

For our vacation next year, please work on less wind and more sunshine. Less clouds and more sunshine. Also, more sunshine is always welcome!

And on a side note, we LOVED the Segway tour. How fun can one and half hours be anyway?

Again, take good care of Mary and Stu and keep an eye on all our 4 legged and 2 legged friends!

Sincerely,
Jenna