On the Sunny Side of the Street

M and I are soaking up some sunshine this week, visiting our close friend, B. We made like birds and flew south. And you know what I discovered? Birds are pretty.darn.smart.

It's amazing what sunshine does for my disposition. 

And how much it makes me smile.

B and I were waiting for M to take a dip in the pool at the resort. So we meandered around the pool area, me snapping shots and B doing some people watching. 

We waited. And waited. And waited some more. No M. 

Where's M? Ack! She's gone! Oh no, how do I tell the Hammer that I've lost his wife in paradise?

Finally it came to us. M must have snuck past us. 

There she was, back at the lounge chairs on the beach, happily ensconced with a book in hand and the sun shining down.

I was so happy to find her, and not have to face the Hammer, that I didn't even yell at her for going off and leaving us behind. Of course, she didn't know we were waiting for her so that would have been horrible. If I yelled at her. For something she didn't do.

Whew. Glad I restrained myself.

B talked us into going for a morning walk to see the sunrise.

Ugh.

I hate getting up. Especially at o'dark thirty in the morning. 

However, if I wanted sunrise photos I was going to have to do it. I gritted my teeth, set the alarm, and then woke up fifty-seven times because I was afraid I was going to oversleep and M and B would be waiting for me, tapping their feet, while I ran around getting dressed.

No way was that happening.

So the fifty-eighth time I woke up, it was time to get up and hit the beach.

We found a starfish.

Hello, Mr. Starfish, you look sleepy too. 

While I'm having a wonderful time, I miss the Man. And J. And K. And Mom. And my dog.

But I don't miss the cold weather and the little snow mounds that were hanging around.

So I think I'll stay in paradise a little bit longer.