Jon and his family are jetting off on a week-long holiday tonight, and I don't get to go with them. I'm sort of totally grumpy about it, because spending a week sailing around Turkey with my fiancé sounds like heaven, but I don't actually really deserve a vacation right now - after all, we hopped over to Chicago for a few days last weekend, my new job just started this week and DC's been enjoying gorgeous weather since I returned. (Jon, on the other hand, has been working himself to exhaustion and slogging through one of the rainiest springs in recent memory.) I'll try not dwell too much on the fact that sea breezes aren't ruffling my hair, but if I were to imagine myself on the Med with them, my daydream would probably have me looking like this...
