Can you believe it? We're going on a trip--a short vacation, of sorts. I've never been on a vacation, never been outside of the state of Texas in all my nine years of life. And now I'm going to walk on the beach, play in the waves, fish from something they call a jettie, and sleep in a place they call a bed and breakfast looking out over the warm Gulf of Mexico. And I won't miss but two days of school because we're doing this on Easter break.
At first, when Miguel said he'd made all the arrangements for us to go to this beach in Mississippi, MM was mad. She doesn't like anyone to make plans for her life, as she says. I do know she hates surprises but I think she's beginnin' to get over that. Miguel is always full of surprises and he does silly things and some mushy things, too, that soon has her either laughin' with him or kissin' him like sweethearts do. This time it took her a little longer to forgive him, especially when he told her he had made all the arrangements for her employees to run the Blue Moon Cafe for her while she was off havin' fun. Whew! That was not a good thing to do--no one takes care of her business but her. It took a lot of apologizin' and makin' nice before the smile was back on MM's face. I knew everythin' was gonna be okay though when we went shoppin' for new clothes. Both of us got bathingsuits, sandals, shorts and cool tops. We need to go on vacations more often, don't you think?
I'm still tryin' to figure out what all I can get in my one suitcase. MM says I have more fun stuff, you know, like games, books, writin' tablet, than I have clothes. But she's wrong on that one. My suitcase will hold all my clothes and shoes. It's my new Hawaiian print duffle bag that Miguel gave me that's the problem. I'm tryin' to get all the fun stuff in that thing. I've packed and unpacked, taken out and put in, and now it's all out on the floor again. There are some things a girl just has to have and there's others that she thinks she can't live without--that's the hard part.
I know, it's still almost a month away. But I'm so excited, I have to make sure I have all my stuff together and don't miss a thing. Miguel says we'll be staying in a small town north of Pass Christian and he's not lookin' for a store at any time on this trip, so we gals better have all we need with us.
My friends say these bed and breakfast places are for honeymooners but MM and Miguel are not one of those so I guess they felt it was okay to take a kid--me. I think it's goin' be the neatest thing for MM to not have to cook, to eat someone else's cookin', and it will be wonderful for me not to have to do the dishes. There may be a big dishwasher at the Blue Moon now but at home, these hands are it. And Mrs. Lowery, that's my teacher this year, says I don't have to make up any homework for those two days--but she expects me to keep a diary of what I do on my vacation and share some of it with my classmates. No homework. Isn't that a miracle?
So you won't be hearin' from us for awhile. Well, there'll be nothing new for longer than that week we'll be off on the beach. It seems that Miz Barbara thought this was a perfect time to do some travelin' herself with her sweetie, as she calls Mr. Ray. They're not going to a bed and breakfast place though so I don't know if they will have as much fun as I will. Anyway, we'll be back real soon with tales of our vacations.
This is Bethy Rose Wheeler-Butler-Kinkaid signin' off. (How do you like my new last names?)
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