Bobbing with Bermes

Okay, everyone can stop worrying about my well being on a sandy beach in the Outerbanks. I won't be bobbing in the ocean by myself (well, maybe I will be, but now the chances are being dramatically decreased). My dear friend Angela Bermes will be joining the Mullally family on their annual vacation. I have tried to prep her as much as possible, and so far she thinks that my family has endearing qualities. Hopefully at the end of the trip she will still think we are all very precious.

I am figuring that if we can make it though the drive with six people in a "small minivan" (I am not sure what that means, but that is how my dad described it) we are golden. I got an email from my dad to pack lightly. Who does he think he is talking to? I need a suitcase for my bathing suits alone. And, if he thinks I will be wearing the same thing more than once, he is crazy, I tell you. I am all for returning to the ways of the Turtle Shell. You know, that big plastic carrying case that straps to the top of your car. To be quite honest, being the worrier that I am, I imagined that thing was going to fly off at any second the entire 15 hour drive there and back. It never did fly off, but we almost had a casualty in a parking garage. I also think my mom slouched down in her seat whenever it was on the top of the van. God bless her.

So we will see how the packing situation goes. My dad and Robby will be outnumbered by women this year. All of whom do not understand the term "pack lightly." I know how my dad is, and if the suitcase does not meet the standard, I can see him refusing to pack it. This is the same guy that would only let us take one shell home from the ocean when we were little, when everyone else took bags and bags. He means business.

Maybe, I can find a way to blog at the beach, but then again, I probably will be too busy bobbing in the ocean with Bermes.