
I've been itching to get out of town lately. We've been talking about a trip to Denmark, DC, or Texas but nothing comes of the talk. I brought up the idea of a visit to Yellowstone, which is much closer, and it just made David cranky. This is why work sucks. A vacation isn't even fun when you have to come back to the stress of that much more work that has to be done.
So, I've decided to take a vacation that doesn't even involve leaving home. I'm going to take a vacation from my values. I'm going to get hopped up on No-Doz and coffee and start talking really loudly no matter where I go. I will wear blue eyeshadow and leopard prints and cuss people out for no apparent reason, and then get stupid drunk and pass out.
Except that doesn't even sound fun. Because there's no way I could pull off a leopard print.
And, actually, we are going to California tomorrow. David's got business there, and we're going to visit the in-laws and some friends. It should be fun. It's not exactly what I have had in mind, but I'm excited to go because it's a different view and a different state.
I may or may not blog while I'm gone.