I refuse to feel guilty about having such a good time. You can not make me feel bad. I only get one vacation a year. I can't help it if my assistant at work overhears the crashing waves in the back ground when she calls and asks where I am. I just happen to know how to be on vacation, well me....and my sister too. So it's like vacation squared (or pi as the case may be). Anyway, I ran my 8 miles this morning--and to just to vindicate my judgement of the shirtless, oogling hairy-backed men is my observation of the middle-aged women who walk (vigorously, I might add) while wearing less than an adequate foundation under their tank tops or "athletic wear"-- and I use "quotation marks" with irony. Yep. Over here they got it all, including the country's premier miniature golf courses. Seventeen mile drive's got nothin' on Myrtle Beach. I'll bet you they don't even have a Walmart. | 