Well, I feel like a big ol' pants-on-fire sort because not too long ago I whinged a bit on how the money tree -- it was a barren, and there would be no vacation this year. And in lieu of warmth and relaxation we went and crashed on a friend's couch in the vicinity of downtown Manhattan for a few days. Then, seriously, back home a week later, Mr. ABF picked up a client in a warm sunny locale and came home from work and said, "I'm going for two days. Wanna come?"
I'd like to say I did a bit of math: 2.5 plane tickets + six nights hotel - (business plane ticket + two nights hotel) x family fun vacation! - two days of one-on-one Bella time / travel hell x time difference = hmmmm, but really all I did while my mouth filled with saliva and my eyes filled with palm trees and my skin tingled with the anticipation of 80 degree weather was say "Yes, ooooohhh, yes."
So, er, I'm going on vacation for a week, starting by my alarm going off circa 4:10 a.m. tomorrow morning. Did I say for a week? A week.
Catch you on the flip side. Hopefully with pictures, and not too many "ZOMFG!" travel tales. Don't write too, too much while I'm gone, please?