Today I was hunkered down in a comfy chair at Barnes & Noble starting serious revisions on my third book. But first, just to get the creative juices flowing, I decided to take a breeze through one of my guiltiest pleasures - Town & Country magazine. I love that magazine, love the ads, the articles, even the wedding pictures in the back showing new couples in the glow of their big day. I always look for someone I know, and actually once saw the sister of a guy I vaguely knew in college.

As I was flipping the pages I came across an article on Round Hill Resort in Jamaica - which just happens to be where my husband and I are headed for our annual pilgrimage to a sunny, peaceful place without our children (hence it being peaceful). Read the article and let me tell you, can't wait to get on the plane and head there. It's amazing. Last year we ventured to Little Dix Bay in Virgin Gorda instead of our regular trip to CuisinArt in Anguilla. What a huge disappointment. Little Dix is always written up in Traveler and Travel & Leisure as one of the best resorts in the Caribbean - they're crazy. My father always sends me the pages ripped out of travel magazines and finally asked if maybe we'd visited Fort Dix instead of Little Dix (I was born in Ft. Dix, NJ, so to me it was funny). Anyway, we're hoping that all the hype around Round Hill isn't as misleading as Little Dix. If I can't trust the pages of Town & Country, I've lost my faith in mankind.

And let me tell you, I need a vacation. Have been so stressed lately. I've tried to put my women's size 8 sneakers on my five year old. I almost refilled my son's sippy cup with Meow Mix. I keep calling my daughter Midnight (our cat's name). Yesterday I drove right by my own street on the way home from picking up my kids. And my right eye has started to twitch (a sign of stress, according to this month's Glamour Magazine). Yes, I have a twitch like some evil bald buy in an old James Bond film. I need a break and a week on a tropical beach is just what the doctor ordered (in addition to the prescription for Frova I just filled to combat my migranes).

I was just looking up the Dutch version of B#1 on a foreign bookseller's web site and saw that someone had posted a review and four stars. Couldn't wait to see what they said - but I don't speak Dutch. I figured there had to be a web site out there that would translate the review for me. So, I went to my favorite search engine in the world, and googled "Dutch translator." Guess what? Found the greatest web site that lets you type in any language and have it translated into another.

Here's what the reviewer said (at least, according to the web site):
Funnily and current With much pleasure I have read this book. It is a very funny main point: married journaliste (and moreover mother) go undercover in the dating programma The Bachelor. Very comic taferelen, the remaining kanditates are well put down and it are also once more current because on the Dutch TV also new retransmissions have started. Suddenly look at you with very other eyes to that programme.

It may not be a perfect translation, but it gets the point across. Here's the web site just in case you need to translate anything in the future: http://www.worldlingo.com/