osodecanela | T-31 and counting..........

I need a vacation, dammit.

My husband and I were supposed to be going to Belize next month. We've already paid for the room in a guesthouse, sharing a place with a number of other gay men, most notable of which is Tom (

mrtomcat). My husband is painfully shy amongst the people he does not know, and to boot is likely to be in court (he's an attorney) immediately upon our return; ergo, he is not going.

The prospect of going without him does not appeal to me, but the prospect of not taking a break when I need it has even less appeal. I need a break, and I need a 'Tom-fix'. So one month from today I will be packing, and heading off to the airport at Oh,God:30 for 6:20 AM flight to Dallas, where I will meet Tom and catch a second plane onto Belize. This time has already announced he and I will be lounging poolside sipping Mai Tais, while the other men in the house are hopping from bed to bed. So be it. I intend to spend a lot of this trip face down in the water with fish (and a snorkel) & snorkeling is not my husband's favorite activity.

Now, where did I put my passport?