Everything I Do, I Do It For You.

I have been such a bad blogger that I'm forced to flee to St. Thomas and repent in peace.

Remember what fun I had on Fire Island this summer and suggested that if you haven't been the only woman in a house of gay men you haven't vacationed properly?

I meant every word, so when they rented a house in the Virgin Islands and invited me to join them, well, what's a blonde to do?

Beg off a week at work, find a cheap, direct flight and surrender.

The reluctant flyer flies again.

Throwing all good sense and taste to the wind, I bought two inappropriate

bikinis, tons of sun screen and new sunglasses.

Hopefully a week on the beach, over reading, overeating and laughing too much will return me to this blog a better person, tanned, rested and ready to put my fingers to the keyboard.

I'll have that damn IPad with me so will be able to sit under an umbrella and sip away at something icy while I keep up with your lives.

I make this sacrifice for all of us.

That's the kind of woman I am.