Cape Cod is the bomb! Or da bomb, as the youngsters say.

In one damn minute, Captain, it will be my birthday.

That line is only funny if you saw the first Star Trek movie. But it is true; as you read this I will be officially 42. I have jumped the shark. And in that vein, I announced to Marvin Gardens that as a 42-year-old, I have officially decided that I will no longer wear shorts. Ain't no one needing to see that mess any more. So it is Capri pants and filmy skirts from here on out.

So we are on our vacation. I am typing you from the confines of my Aunt Kathy's home in Vermont. She and my uncle live up in the mountains, and we were just in the back with a bonfire, eating s'mores till they came out our nose holes. The house is really lovely, and right up the road is this old monastery made of stone that we hiked all around today. There was a wishing well that I threw a (borrowed) quarter into. Do I have a button nose yet?

I am happy to report to you that once you get used to not spending, you don't really do it so much when you are vacationing, either. We were in Boston (which I had never been to and may I add is the COOLEST city ever) and then of course Cape Cod (which we love love love love love love loved)and yes, we have had to go out to eat, but our souvenirs so far? I got some lavender sea glass off the beach. We have gone to a lot of antique stores and flea markets and such, and... nothing. Oh. We did buy an old sort of rare Beatles CD at the flea market, to bring to my Aunt Kathy. But that's really it!

I told Marvin not to get me a birthday gift, and I will report back to tell you if he stuck to it.

When I get back to LA and am not trying to type on my aunt's RIDICULOUS ergonomic keyboard, remind me to tell you about how Marvin walked right into the middle of the wedding ceremony on Saturday, and also how I humiliated myself asking a woman to carry me in her baby's front pack.

Bye! Hope you are all having good weeks out there in spendland! Cape Cod rocks! Did I mention that?