In about an hour we will be leaving for our vacation. Just a quick 4 day getaway. But I am a little nervous. Why? Because for the past couple of years it seems like my vacations are cursed. Morgan got poison ivy, horrible and I do mean horrible weather, my uncle died, me dealing with the after effects of a miscarriage and D&C, Morgan tore a ligament in his ankle, etc. Can you understand why I feel a little cursed?
And then the 4 days leading up to our 4 day vacation have been. . .well. . .troublesome. On the 1st our hotel called and left a voicemail to let us know they were cancelling our reservations. They needed to close the hotel for repairs from the hurricane. Not sure why they didn't let me know until 3 days before our check in. But I scrambled and found reservations at a nice looking place, something I was worried about since this is a holiday weekend.
Then Morgan calls from the beach (vacation with his friends) to let me know he just finished burning his clothes because they took a hike in an area infested with Lyme Disease carrying deer ticks. They didn't see the CDC warning signs until they had already spent several hours on the trail. Go back and read that again. Yeah. They had to set off a bug bomb in Ryan's car to make sure they killed all the ticks. The tiny little ticks that they could see swarming all over their legs once they stopped and bothered to look. And let me remind you that Matt already has Lyme's Disease due to a hike they took several years ago, so he was freaking out. Thank God for smartphones and quick internet searches so they could figure out what to do.
So wish us luck! And nobody die.