Sing it to the Tune of Frosty the Snowman

Missy and family
Head to Florida every year.
With their pale, pale skin
And their bathing suits,
They long to see the sun again.

Riding the airplane
They fly all the way down South
Not worrying about ice and snow
And most definitely not their coats.

They must remember that their friends are still stuck back up North,
In boots and scarves and hats and gloves,
Just a-shiverin' with their loves.

Back in the sunshine,
The family quickly forgets the North
And they run and play, frolic every day
Til it's time to be on their way.

Sing it with me now:  Til it's time to be on theeeeeeiiiiiiiiirrrrrrr waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!

See you from down South this week, friends!  I'll be posting, but not really monitoring, if you know what I mean.  Sumthin' about being in the warm weather, sunning, funning and forgetting about everything except our family. 

Hugs and Kisses.
Missy
:)