I am....eh, I'm about to use the dreaded word here. The horrible, give me shakes word. Make me violently ill and deathly afraid of the dark word. Cursed 'P' word......planning on vacationing next week.
Plans never seem to work out for me. I usually don't survive on major planning. Yes, there are little plans that work their ways into daily living but for things I want that require major lists (which I seem to have an aversion) and plans things go awry. Wonky. Downright terrible.
Anyway, we're planning on leaving Sunday for Memphis. Staying until Tuesday sometime and then heading down to Pensacola for the remainder of the week. Coming home the following Sunday. We're excited. I'm pooping my pants with excitement. Will take as many pictures as I remember to take. May update whilst there.
Those are my plans, Stan.