Big Rock

I am not the only girl in the house to get a rock!

Barret gave one to Abbey too!

Well we are back safe and sound from our trip to the Dominican Republic. It just wouldn't be a Mary trip without some sort of confusion. Basically we woke up, drove to the airport in Richmond because the shuttle forgot to pick us up, checked in, flew to Charlotte, flew to Punta Cana, and took a crazy shuttle ride to the resort. We were greeted with halfway naked ladies and glasses of some passion fruit mixture and surrounded by people already in their bathing suits. Life seemed good...until the man in half Spanish half English told me the reservations had been cancelled. I felt the Emery mercury rising and really close to boiling and I hear Barret in the background say "hmpf. Mary calm down, it is not his fault." This is before I say much of anything...I would say that boy knows me well...because I was getting ready to explode. So i bit my lip for a second and the man said you can call your travel agent. I said, OK where are the phones? He points to the left and says it is $20 just to pick it up and $7 a minute. I could have reached across the desk and strangled him. But I didn't. Luckily Burlee's cell phone worked and after talking to the travel agent and letting them know we would be sending the cell phone bill to them and that I was in a third world country with no where to stay we were finally upgraded to a suite! See that Emery Mercury works sometimes. Other than that things were great. We didn't do much of anything...ate, laid on the beach, ate, laid by the pool, ate, drink, bed. It was nice and relaxing.

ho ho ho and a bottle of rum...see you in a week!

Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near
He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years
He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns
He hates to admit it, but Christmas is more work than fun
He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow
Mr. Claus has escape plans, a secret that only he knows
Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams
A break from his wife, his half frozen life the elves and that damn reindeer team
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum Santa's run off to the Caribbean
He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good
He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood
Just for the weekend he'd like to be Peter Pan
Get out his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand
Chorus: Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum Santa's run off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Chorus: Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum Santa's run off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be all right Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all... good night