Tales of a Shoebox Princess

Jim and I have been to Dry Tortugas before , but it was so beautiful and peaceful that we had to go again. And this time, Jim was feeling fine (no passing out, no devil's eyes, no mental confusion) and we were going to snorkel this time!  The catamaran ride is 2 hours of bouncing around, watching the water go by. Jim took dramamine, and I apparently don't get seasick. I get carsick very easily, but stick me on a boat and I'm just fine. the view off the boat I could take pictures of the walls for hours. I like the look of a receding wall.   There are jellies in the moat, but hard to see in the pictures We are getting sunburned proof that I was there (again) the required photo pose for Fort Jefferson. I got my national parks passport stamped too. Most difficult one to get! Look at those vanishing points! No pictures of us snorkeling, but we had a delightful time! I have issues when I first stick my head in the water, but after I rem

No, I don't have marriage advice. (Except choose to be happy, and when you can't be happy, remember that eventually you will get to a point where you can choose to be happy again. Unless there is abuse and then seek help if possible. Sigh. I have not had experience with spousal abuse so my help is woefully inadequate there) OK enough of that. Really, I don't have marriage advice. What works for us is different than what works for others, etc. Keys. As in Florida Keys! 30 year anniversary necessitated a big trip. Plus Jim owed me a return to the keys after he caused us a 48 hour suppression of vacation activities on our 25th anniversary trip to the keys. Thank you, vasovagal syncope. The flight to Ft Lauderdale was a red-eye and the guys who sat behind us were AWFUL. They didn't seem to realize that everyone on the plane just wanted to sleep. They were raucous, foul-mouthed, disruptive, and LOUD. Thankfully I brought ear buds because I turned to music to drown ou