After watching my husband work his.... well you get the idea from the picture below, I decided it was time that the Hickoks vacate. (Shh, about the pic... He seriously will kill me and cancel our vacation plans.)
Anyways, like I said we are outta here, packin it in, settin sail, leavin and quite honestly I can't wait. My husband works so hard and he deserves to put his feet up and relax with his wife and two boys.
I have done my research about places where we can travel with our little crew. I narrowed it down, talked to a number of "reservation specialists" and booked our plans. Can I get a "praise the Lord" on that one?! After I got off the phone with the "reservation specialist", a thought crossed my mind. It went something like this, sun, sand and bathing suit. I looked at John and made a little friendly wager with him. "We have X amount of time to get beach-body ready. Let's see who can lose the most weight before our trip." The clock is ticking and everyone who knows me knows that I don't take losing very well unless it's losing pounds and inches. So Mr. Johnny Cakes, bring it on!!
3 comments:
hahahaha!! This is the best post I've read in a long time! Oh, I love that pic and he is going to kill you! I'm not telling him! Best of luck at the gym. You can do it!
Thanks! You are so encouraging. I think I am going to stick a pic on the fridge of the beach to remind me of my goal.
I caved and told John to go to our blog. He laughed but I have a feeling pay back stinks. I better watch my back. :)
God Bless you on your vacation, I heard of a nice place oh about few miles as a crow fly, completely painted and done over for your delight, hope you can head that way, someday.maybe,who knows.
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