Virginia ran down to Vero Beach for a few days of R&R with Kevin’s mom and his dad’s cousin from England, Catherine, and her husband Terry.

The weather cooperated for the most part. The love bugs did not.

A love bug, apparently, is an insect that locks in an indiscreet, amorous embrace in the Florida spring. It does not care where. On the beach. In a car. In your hair. It sounds like high school junior couples.

Anyway, the Florida visitors did not let the love bugs deter them. Catherine and Terry took long walks. Virginia got in some beach time, and they all managed to shop.

What Terry did, I haven’t a clue. All I know is when I called down, he asked, “why didn’t you come down? I’m outnumbered, 3 to 1. I can’t get a word in edgewise.”

Well, Virginia came home looking tan and fabulous, with some new clothes in tow. The credit card bill is much slower than Southwest, and that’s OK.