Well, we're back from the beach. We had a great time at my friend's Gulf front condo. Here's a couple views from the balcony. The place was gorgeous, the weather perfect and we totally relaxed. Except one of us doesn't care for the beach. No, that's an understatement. When I commented on how much I like the smell of the beach the day we arrived, my son said, "I hate the smell of the beach, the sand, the water, the noise. I hate everything about it." Needless to say, he spent some time playing his GameBoy and surfing on his laptop while the rest of us lazed in the gentle Gulf of Mexico on floats. My DH has always maintained that he could never live in a condo. But after staying in a $2 million, 4,000 square foot beachfront place, he's changed his tune. Only problem is, we need lots of money to get the kind of place he'd accept. I'm not holding my breath.
On another note, I came home to the news that one of my former Triskelion books, Compromising Positions, has been picked up for publication by The Wild Rose Press. Yeah! It's found a home. So what about you? Any vacations plans in the works? Fourth of July barbecues?