In a month, I'll be on the beach...

Dad called yesterday with bad news.

"I'm not sure we're going to be able to go on vacation like we'd planned. I may have to do hurricane duty on the coast ... I just don't know. I'm e-mailing my boss this afternoon, and I should know something in the next 24 hours."

Man, that killed me. Don't get me wrong: I know the hurricane victims need money and stuff, and I really feel bad that a whole city was destroyed and is now covered in toxic sludge, but I'd really been looking forward to this trip.

The plan was for Mom and Dad to rent a three-bedroom condo in Destin, Fla. Paul and I were going to split the price with them, but they offered to pay for it all. Wow ... five days on the beach, with our only cost being food.

Again, wow.

But then came the hurricane, and with it, Dad's probable assignment to the Mississippi coast.

"I'll beg, sweetie. I'll tell my boss that I've missed every vacation this year because something's come up each time. And we've already paid the deposit on the condo and everything."

I told him it was okay.

It was not okay. ::grins::

So this morning, there was a voice mail on my machine. His boss cleared him to go on vacation — despite the hurricane — so our Destin trip is a go.

Hee hee ... I'm sure I'll post about it at least a couple of times before I leave in a month. This ties with Toronto as my absolute favorite destination. White sands, aqua waters. Seaside. Fudpuckers. Zoo Gallery. Back Porch. Late-night crab hunts.

I can't wait. :)