Needing a Permanent Vacation...
So, we're in the throes of planning our next vacation. I know what you're thinking, "Damn, didn't y'all just get back from vacation a few weeks ago?" And, yes, we did. And the day I went back to work, I immediately began anticipating the next one. As did everyone else in my household, evidently, because every single one of them have a different idea of what we should be doing. I wanted to chill at the beach. With my dog.
J: I want to go to New York City to see a broadway show and the Statue of Liberty.
Lil J: I wanna have a baycayshun!
Hubber: I'd be happy just having a staycation so there's no money spending and debauchery involved.
Me: Y'all are nuts. We're going to the beach.
Lil J: I wanna go to the beach for baycayshun!
Sis: Hey, we want to go with y'all on vacation! Why don't you ever invite us to go?!
Me: You can come, shit.
Sis: Good. Let's go on a cruise.
J: Ooooh....I know what would be totally like awesome! Let's go amusement park hopping!
Me: Yeeeah....we can finally go to Dollywood! And Graceland!
Hubber: Graceland is not an amusement park, you're thinking of Neverland. Besides, there are three parks in Texas...if you count Sea World....so we could save tons of money on gas!
Lil J: I don't want to go to Texas for baycayshun!! Texas is dumb!
Sis: If we go on a cruise, we'll never have to see our kids!
Me: Where the hell is my passport!?
I have a feeling we'll never agree on what to do, so I might have to flex my mommy muscles soon in order to get shit to go my way. There's got to be a way to incorporate my dog, Elvis, amusement parks, kid-free zones, AND the beach in this plan.