I Have Been Kidnapped. Please Don't Send Help!

Sometimes I forget about what life is all about. I get caught up in the hustle and bustle and lip gloss and designer shoes and forget to slow down. Forget that these spawn of mine are only 12, 5, and 4 for a year. That they won't always be on my lap nor under my roof. Sometimes, I forget.

That's why I have Indiana Jones. For this very reason. Someone who can yank a knot in my tail and say, "Woman, put the blackberry away and get in the car!"

Of course I say -- "Why? Are you going to kidnap me and chop me in pieces and put me in your grandma's freezer?!?!

To which his only reply is "Maybe, but I packed your Nine West pink leopard print pumps."

Little does he know, he had me at pink. Anyhoo -- IJ packed us up and took us to the ocean. Cause I believe there is healing power in the ocean. Just sit still and listen -- you are instantly transformed into a happier healthier soul.

Of course, a cheap bottle of wine does that for me too. But why get into the details here people?

Anhoo -- he has some sailing planned.... And I think we are all fearful of how that might turn out.

Some horse back riding --

And lots of food and wine....Just for clarification, the wine was not for the spawn...in case you were judging. We, of course, just use straight whiskey on them.

I KID. I KID. Sorta.