Hey, by the way, did I tell y’all that we’re going on a little vacay? It’s true. So it might be a little quiet around here for a while. I might try to pop in and say hello while we’re on vacation, but prolly not. You’ll just have to wait until we get back to see photos and such. So be ready for a post that says something like “Golly, I’m so tired that I don’t feel like writing. Look at this web photo album instead.” And then there will be a link to a picasa album with about a zillion fuzzy pictures that you probably won’t care about. It’s gonna be great. Just you wait.
Where are we going?
Well, I’m not entirely sure. Vacay planning is one of the wife’s specialties. She’s allowed to plan whatever vacations she wants as long as she takes me with her. It works out well for both of us, but mostly me. Despite my Master’s Degree in Planning, and my day job as a planner, I’m completely lousy at planning things. I’d never go anywhere if Mel didn’t plan stuff for me.
“Hey, Mel.” I said
“Yea? What’s up?” she said.
“I just wanted to say Thanks for planning our entire vacation,” I said. “I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome,” she said.
“No,” I continued. “I’m serious. I know that planning all the details and making decisions about plane tickets and schedules and stuff is really difficult and stressful. Thank you. I love you.”
“Aww. That’s sweet. If you weren’t on the toilet right now, I might kiss you.”