My Happy Place

Whenever I have to escape by thinking of my Happy Place, it is ALWAYS Hood River. Ahhh. Just thinking about it makes me sigh. This year, we are flying in. Anyone who knows me knows this: I love road trips. I especially love the trip to the Northwest coast. So the problem isn't the drive, I just can't handle the thought of 2 less days in H.R. that are spent driving. So, this year we fly. I just can't wait. Really. I am standing at the calendar chanting, "hurry, hurry, hurry". I have the best music for dancing and singing out loud downloaded on my iPod. I have a stack of quilt projects in cute little packages all bundled together. I have new walking shoes ready to wear. I am making a list of "must see" late night, chick flick, sappy movies. I have my eye on new jammies. I am collecting small, cool trinkets that the Hood River fairies will leave on the pillows every night. I am gearing up for Mike's Ice Cream every night, Saturday Market and new pottery, and dinner at Horsefeathers. I am saving my money for the annual sale at the local and very cute quilt store with the purple door. But I am especially looking forward to seeing two of my dearest friends that I only get together with once a year. For a week or two. In my Happiest of Happy Places. Hurry, June.