Get Away Erotica

You know what I am soooo excited about?? You guessed it my faithful cult followers!!! The new Fleurville Get Away Weekend Bag is here, and I am sooooooo getting my hands on one, even if I have to yank my youngest out of pre-school for a month just to pay for it! So, he may have to repeat the 3rd grade or get a lazy eye; he'll be alright and I'll have my baaaaag. You see, I love a good bag, and travel bag?? Are you kidding me?? New snazzy travel digs are the crème-de-la-crème of snazzy in my book people and I refuse to be left out in the vacay cold without one. Now although I have zee-ro plans and or moolah to book a flight, I am soooo enthralled about my new bag that I may just have to pack it up and hop on the shuttle and take it for a spin around the airport. Won't that be fabulous!! I'll take my new Get Away on a little field trip just to get her comfortable with the whole airport experience so that when we finally do have the money to fly the friendly skies, she'll know exactly what to expect. People will look and stare in awe of my new bag, stunned by its beauty and obvious blissful contribution to the experienced traveler. OMG! I can't wait.

As for traveling, I am dying to get away. I know its taboo, but imagine a trip alone without the littles! I know! Shocking. But, wouldn't that just be amazing! Picture it! Your fantasy begins with YOU having the window seat on a 747. You have a glass of wine, and not because your children are with you and you want to kill them, but just because you want to. As you slowly finger through a magazine for the first time in six years, feeling the warm buzz creeping in, you hear the crying of someone else's child and you immediately press the flight attendant button and quickly order a rum and coke just to drown out the madness in isle D. You're on vacation baby and it feels amazing. You arrive at your hotel, draw yourself a steamy bath, hotter than any toddler could bare and you soak. After indulging in room service you disrobe and take to your bed, alone in this fabulous hotel, sleeping undisturbed between sheets without sand in them.

Whoaaaa, that was hot!!!!! My chest is pounding.

Oh relax my mighty minions, it's okay to fantasize. It's not cheating if its in your mind, and who cares anyway; we're all too broke to go anywhere anyway. Still, when I finally dooooo get to implement my escape plan, I'll be all set with my Get Away!!! Peace Out!