Big doin’s (that is the plural of doin’, not the possessive) for Clan DeDay. A full-blown Sib Vacation. Not a vacation from siblings, a vacation with siblings.
Me and mine are jetting down to sunny Florida to bask, nay wallow, in the revelry that is Walt Disney World. In a mere two anna half weeks (two and 4/7 weeks from… now!) we whisk ourselves away to our fun-in-the-sun destination. Woo hoo for me!
“Yeah, well, have fun and all,” you say.
“Thank you so much,” I reply. “You are too kind.”
“But why would I care?” you ask.
“You don’t really have to care. I’m just letting you know. thinksnow, this is why I won’t be making your event of shin-diggery. And I’ll miss a Monday post. And I wanted to tell you all in time so you could rearrange your busy schedules and join me. Be a honorary DeDay! Or, if you want, I’ll just send you a post card.”
So that’s what’s sitting on my horizon. (I used to drive a Plymouth Horizon. I found kitty-cat footy-prints all over the hood on cool mornings. So I know what was sitting on my Horizon.) Now you know.
-Rue.
*[sub]Offer limited to the first, oh, say, half a dozen askees. As long as the card can get to you with a regular stamp. I ain’t springing for no special airmail post card stamp. I’m yer pal, but I ain’t made of money.[/sub]