Down Mexico Way

I've been spending a lot of time in pajamas lately.  We call them our soft clothes, as in "Enough of this formal wear [jeans], I'm putting on some soft clothes!" I haven't got to the point where I never get out of soft clothes---that would somehow seem too slovenly and my Protestant work-ethic/guilt would set in by at least two o'clock if I wasn't dressed by then. (And then I'd have no way of knowing that my jeans no longer fit because pajamas are very forgiving after you've eaten a boatload of cookies over the holidays...) All in all, I think it has something to do with all the dark days; the cold, snowy, blustery weather we've been having; Mr. P's seemingly endless hacking cough for the past ten days and counting; the boatload of cookies...  


I just don't want to deal with it anymore! I want to be warm!  I want sun! I want Vitamin D!






So where am I going with this???.........






I'm going to MEXICO!!!






I bought two airplane tickets yesterday (yes, Mr. P, cough & all, gets to come along because I like his company) and, come February 1st, we're soooo out of here!




It's warm there! It's sunny there!  People like my money me there! There's Vitamin D there!

View from our balcony..... why am I not there now?!

There, there..... it's all good!