After a week, our time in Panama City Beach has come to an end.
It's been a while since we've been down here ... or at the beach for any length of time.
The food ... in most places ... was great. In fact, we had to cut back to two meals a day, we ate so much.
The house was quiet, comfortable, and clean. My sister, The Mean One, has a standing rental at this place and has invited us down often in the past. However, every year, we've had conflicts of one kind or another.
This year, when she invited us, I knew my schedule was clear, and, as it turned out, so was the Wife's. So we gladly accepted.
As it turns out, no one else's schedule was compatible.
The Big Sister (who's 5'4'') had a conference or something. Plus her husband never goes anywhere, anyway.
The Little Sister (who's 6'0'') and her husband couldn't get away. Not necessarily related to all the stuff from when they were evacuated because of the north Florida fires. Just busy.
And the Mean Sister had a mission trip through the church. But don't feel too sorry for her, though. The mission trip was to ... the Bahamas. Hey, you go where the Lord calls you, huh?
Anyway, the place here was wonderful, as were the owners of the house.
But, the week is over now, and we're on our way back to reality.
But wait. Did I say the vacation is over?
Well, it is.
Until two week from today when we head to ... Vegas, baby!