Going to Aruba!

I don't get it. How can I live in the now and not think about the future and be able to plan for a vacation - that's in the future, but I'm not supposed to think about the future because I'm living for the present moment? Anyone know?

Anyway, I'm off to Aruba the end of May to celebrate ELEVEN years of being happily married to the best dang man in the... well, I could go on and on and on, but I don't want your tummy to be upset. And something this sweet will definitely cause your belly to hurt -- maybe even a toothache.

So, hopefully I'll be safe in Aruba at my beautiful resort.
No repeat of Ms. Holloway.
That's always the first thing that comes to anyone's mind when I tell them I'm going to Aruba. I'd much rather hear, "How exciting!" or "Have a great time!" how about even a, "Be safe!" but not, "Isn't that where... "
Yes. It is.

Breathe.

Live in the present.

I'm going home. Well not yet, in a minute, but that's future thinking.

Dammit!