Day One

You have got to love a vacation that starts like this:

. . . one that starts with a giant hug . . .

. . . and a nice huge dose . . .

. . . of Jacquie Love.

And once Westy was deemed a-ok by her long-lost Westy-friends . . .

. . . we all made it to the Poconos. Bill and I moved right into our Happy Hut of Love. Our nieces and nephew are our neighbors. They were unpacking because their mom told them to and they are obedient children. I told them they're on vacation and they do not have to obey anybody. Well, except Grammy.

We immediately hightailed it to the pool . . .

. . . and took over a whole corner.

Mistah seems to have taken up a new hobby. These are all our men. Aren't they studly?

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The kids spent all afternoon in the pool. . .

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. . . natch.

Jacquie gave us a tour of her fab room. No Happy Hut of Love for her family.

Mistah really really likes Jacquie's pornstar tub.

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Then it was time for dinner.

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We ordered steaks rare, and they arrived rare. Highlight.

Mom and Dad oversaw the proceedings with their usual aplomb and grace.

So did our waitstaff.

And then? The dancing began. This is the Poconos, afterall.

There may have been some drinking going on, too.

Most definitely.

Yes, things are starting out well for us here in the Poconos.

So far we're having a pretty good time.

Wholesome fun for everybody.

Day Two? Bring it on.