Someday Mollie may well have to take care of me and tell me what I may and may not do. She feels that time is now. I do not. I’m heading out on a girl’s trip soon. Unlike Cassie, I’m not going with women I’ve known for half a century. I've never seen some of the other trip goers in my life. When I first shared about the trip with Mollie, mostly teasing, when into her ‘caregiver’ mode.
“Mom you warned me for years about not trusting everything you read on the internet. You don’t really know if these people are who they say they are. And yet you’re willing to meet them. You’d have a fit if I was doing this.” She went on to say, “Do you have real names? Do you have addresses? Do you have pictures?”
I told her this was pretty close.
But she didn't believe me, so I showed her something more realistic.
She looked at a few other photo I had and finally came to the last one and seemed to brighten up. “Oh is the Serial Killer’s going? You didn’t tell me. Okay, I feel better now.”
The first time I traveled off to Las Vegas was to meet our own Sunny. Mollie though it was terrible and stated over and over that she was probably a serial killer. Once I returned safely, Sunny was permanently renamed ‘the Serial Killer’ and has Mollie’s full approval.
“All right,” Mollie concluded, “if the Serial Killer’s going to be there I guess it’s all right if you go.”
“Thank you,” I told her, “my every plan hinged on your approval.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you,” she told me.
“Really?” I answered. “I’ve always thought it was one of my best traits.”
It’s fun to laugh about it with Mollie. Truly, I’m so excited I can hardly sit and type. Nick isn’t worried, he met my first four blogger friends years ago and knew right away that they were good people and that I knew what I was talking about when I said they were trustworthy.
I hope we keep having these trip for years to come and I hope we add more people every year. Wouldn’t a spanking cruise be wonderful – or if you aren’t into ocean travel there are resorts everywhere where we can get all inclusive packages like on a cruise. Maybe someday we’ll get a whole block of rooms.
It all comes down to sharing. One person on this upcoming trip I’ve been talking with for over six years, but we’ve never met face to face before. Another was nearly unknown to me last summer, but through comment and emails I feel like we couldn’t be closer now.
So I’m nearly packed, I’ve shoving aside my slight fears of having on a bathing suit in front of the others and I’m hoping that these other ladies are half as excited to see me as I am to see them.
We'll be telling you all about it when we get back. But honestly - this isn't spanking fiction. We're all a bunch of mature, respectable women getting together to meet and visit... don't expect the stories to be too wild.
And we're off...