Ok, the beach is calling. I truly hate the getting there, don't travel well at all. But I so love the beach: the water, the sun, walking along the water's edge looking for shells. What's not to love! I get more and more frightened of flying as time goes on, and it is so not pleasant anymore. The forecast for our beach place is thunderstorms day after day after day. The Hubby says he doesn't care, he an excited kid about getting away. I just hope we have some really good sunny beach time. It would be too sad to come home without any sun showing on our faces.