I don't know why I chose this title. It's come up recently in a blog, and I sat and wondered who thought this before they realized the set-up. Lizzie and I were in a restaurant recently and she saw a black sticker with the letter F and the words "the president" underneath. I could tell she was working on it, and then said "who's F the president?" Before the words were completely out of her mouth she caught on, too late to call the words back. She was embarrassed. Life does that to you at times.
I've been thinking lately about how much I want to just get away. It happens every year this time when the kids are getting out of school. I miss summer vacation... and recess. Weeks and weeks to hang my toes from a porch swing and read, or go to the lake and swim sound like a plan to me. Corporate America isn't so forgiving. If I did it there would be hell to pay. I think I'm going to take a week in August when I turn 50; call it a golden break or something. I wonder how or why we all ever decided to give up summer vacation. It seems like something that we should have fought for when we were negotiating health plans and 401ks.