I hate reading vacation recaps. I still read them. What I hate more than reading them is WRITING them. Can I do a bulleted list of my vacation to Georgia? I can't even post photos because my sister unloaded my camera every night and I forgot to burn them to a CD before leaving on Tuesday. I blame the toddler.

One day my sister, niece, Avery and I visited historic downtown Savannah and attempted to take photos of the girls (our daughters, not our breasts). They were hot and cranky which resulted in some not-so-perfect but accurate photographs. I am not a fan of posey-posed photographs anyway. A photo capturing a child trying to climb into a fountain is much more interesting to look at than one of a child standing in front of it. I appreciate my niece and daughter for teaching me that. Also? Those iconic photos of the trees covered in Spanish moss that create a canopy over the streets of Savannah? Yeah, where exactly are those streets? We drove around and found a couple of streets that looked decent enough to photograph but I have no idea where a photograph like this was taken. In all fairness to myself I am a lousy photographer so I'm sure the streets we found were good enough but I just didn't capture the trees the way I wanted to capture them.

ANYWAY. Have you ever seen a paragraph about photography that didn't feature any photographs?

We also went to Jekyll Island and played at the beach. It was Avery's first time seeing the ocean and my first time in several years. It was dirty and sandy. Obviously. The grapes we brought got sand on them. My bottled water had sand in it. My clean towel had sand on it. My shoes? I didn't wear flip flops because I'm an idiot so my ballet flats? Yep, full of sand.

Other than the sand the beach was awesome (yeah, I just said that). Even playing in the sand was fun. Avery and my niece played with their plastic rakes and shovels while my sister wrote messages in the sand to her husband so that she could photograph them and post them on Facebook. He is deployed in Iraq right now and she isn't handling his deployment well. Would you?

That was actually why I came to visit her: I was her 200 pound anti-depressant. How many milligrams is that?

We spent too much money and had a great time. Our days flew by and after a week I had to fly back home. I wasn't ready to leave and she wasn't ready for me to leave either. We had a blast and I miss her already.