Vacation. I am having one. Right Now.
A well-deserved retreat for both MH and I, if I do say so moiself. And I just did.
‘Tis also a well-anticipated vacation (we’ve been trying to get where we’re at ever since we moved to the Pacific North West  ) that never quite came about due to the usual suspects ($$, time, schedules), and that almost got cancelled the last minute, what with Sandwich Generation concerns. 
So, yes, I’m on vacation. Not blogging about what’s right and wrong with the world. Not blogging about this week. Because…vacation.
I thought I’d fill this space with selections from my Greatest Hits. © Then I remembered: Oh, that’s right, I don’t have any.
* * *
Okay, one vacation story.
The story comes from our first day on The Island (oooooh, big hint!). 
We stopped on our way to our rental house to have lunch at a café which shares space with an art studio. It was a nice day; we opted to sit outside on the café’s cozy (yep, small) deck. The other table on the deck was already occupied, by four Fashionably Dressed Young Men ® . All of the FDYM were talking loudly and animatedly, their stories tumbling over one another, until one FDYM took the lead with a meandering tale that included him mentioning in rapturous tones “Regis” and “Cathy Lee and Hoda” more times than I could shake a rainbow-colored stick at. 
I couldn’t help but think to myself (and then say to MH, with a grin that threatened to split my face):
This is too cute – this is the gayest conversation…do they have any idea?
The FDYM finished their lunch and trooped down the deck’s stairway, which was right by our table. As they were leaving I said, “Excuse me, but you’re far too young to be familiar with the name, ‘Regis.’ “
They all burst out laughing, and one of them (the oldest of the young, was my guess) assured me that, au contraire, “…knowledge of Regis is the key to eternal youth.”
* * *
Department of More Hints
The following sight was  one of our island trip highlights. Can you guess where the picture was taken (hint: no):
* * *
May all of your vacation highlights be blog-worthy,
may your overheard conversations contain the key to eternal youth,
and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
 Which was…over twenty-four years ago? Yikes.
 Read: elderly parents’ health crises.
 No, I’m not going to post pictures of Regis and/or the Cathy Lee-Hoda beast. You’re welcome.
 There is no need for a footnote after the word “was.”