Right now, my sister is probably sitting on the beach in Hawaii, watching the waves roll in while her boys dig and play in the sand.

What a bum.

I am pretty much inconsolable when I think about this.  My only refuge is the throw myself into packing.  At this rate, I’ll be packed and ready to go about 6 days before my flight leaves.  That’s not neurotic, right?  Right?

I can almost hear the waves calling my name……