Runaway With Me

This is the unedited version of my guest post on Shauna’s blog yesterday.  Apparently her mother reads.  Mine does not.

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Surely y’all can see the wisdom in meeting someone online and then agreeing to join them in Mexico.

Surely.

And no matter that the friend you met online goes by a pseudonym.  It’s a great idea!!

Surely.

But hey – this is Shauna we’re talking about so that kind of explains most anything.

Right?

I mean, I guess she felt a certain comfort level in being invited to bring her husband along. Spin will be there too.  And if you’re wondering, no, Spin and Kip have never met.

What? Someone has to pay for the trip!!

Oh come one.  You would expect at least as much from our husbands than to let either of us just jaunt off and leave the country with someone we met on the internet…..

Seriously.  This will be my third “playdate” with Shauna.  (That was for you, Marcy.  Miss you, Marcy.  Wish you were coming, Marcy.)

The first “playdate” was in October of last year when I flew to Dallas to spend a weekend with her and a few other “members of High Society” from coast to coast. Miss you guys!  The second “playdate” was a month later, when Shauna somehow finagled a surprise trip for her and Marcy to Atlanta.

At Spin’s expense.

Good times.

(The least I could do is invite Spin along…..)

So, yah.  Mexico.

Cancun, to be exact.  Four whole days and nights with Shauna and nothing better to do than work our way through the entire drink menu.  (She and I are always up for a challenge. Even if she already failed the matching-tattoo-before-Cancun challenge.  But whatever.)

So Shauna – here’s to the five-day countdown to SUN, POOL BOYS, BOOZE, NO KIDS, SEX IN THE AFTERNOON and SLEEPING WITHOUT DOGS.

And ME.

As much of ME as you can take.

(That could be more than she bargained for.  Y’all. If something untoward becomes of me in Mexico, question Shauna first.)