I want to get away....

I wanna fly away... I don't know who actually sings that song, but right now that's all I can think about. I've had enough of the every day daily junk and I'm ready to pack my Samsonite luggage, (ok, so I don't really have that kind of luggage, but I really want some!) hop on an air plane and fly to some deserted, or remote Island where it's just me and my husband in some cute little beach house. Where there is sparkling blue water, cold drinks, palm trees and people to cook for me, clean up for me and even make my bed.

We can go sailing, lay on the beach, go snorkeling, swim with dolphins, sleep in, eat breakfast in bed, eat supper on the beach while the sun is setting, and hike through amazing mountains looking at all sorts of exotic animals, trees and flowers.

I don't think that is going to happen any time soon though, so I'll have to just go take a nap and dream about it. Maybe when I wake up the house will have magically cleaned itself and dinner will be cooked on the plates ready to eat.