Let it rain.

Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care.
It can rain SIDEWAYS, I am on a mini vacay, and I just don't care.

DH and I left at the crack of dawn, well, almost.  Then he forgot his bathing suit, and we had to go back.
And we had heard the weather forecast, but we were NOT deterred.  A good friend had offered to come stay with my mother and her broken shoulder, and the dog, and we were not about to pass up the chance to just get away.

Vermont was beautiful anyway.

And maybe we were in just a bit too much of a hurry.  Maybe.
By the time my husband saw the sheriff pulled off to his left, it was too late.

I was going to ask him if I could take a picture of him for my blog, but he had the personality of a computer, so I deferred.
For doing 53 in a 40mph zone, DH got a $131 fine.
OUCH.
But still, we were not deterred.
My house has been incredibly somewhat stressful these last couple of weeks, we very much need a break.
We don't even have any big plans.  Just to wander around aimlessly, and eat good food.
Isn't that a plan of its own???

And I even got to wear my new bathing suit.

And there is a marvelous hot tub.

I'm glad I lost those 12 lbs, hope I don't pack them back on in just a couple of days. That's not possible, is it???

We went to a lovely restaurant for dinner, that looked out over the marsh.

At one point during dinner, I commented on the rain outside the window.  DH said, "Yeah, but it's kind of calming."
Ah.
Yes, it certainly is.