When I said "Get out of the house" I meant it like the end of a ghost story told around a campfire - very intense, almost yelling - "GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!!!!" Because, ya know ... The call is coming from inside the house!!!!
The word vacation starts with "vacate," which means to LEAVE! This means, no staycations, no working vacations. Leave. Tell everyone that you will be unavailable and then MEAN IT. Don't check email, don't return phone calls from work. You are on vacation - dammit!
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| Here is my name, written in the sand at the beach |
Go, somewhere. Anywhere. Even if it's just the Holiday Inn Express in the next town. Get out of your own house before you blow your entire vacation cleaning house and making repairs and laying around watching Netflix. See new things, try new restaurants, take photos of your family posed in front of landmarks. But, most of all, buy kitschy souvenirs and t-shirts.
So, having said that, we are planning a little family get-away of our own. We were thinking a Texas beach, something not too expensive. So, we shopped around on-line for a condo and made a decision that's not too far from home. It's a nice, relaxing little condo where we have been before a few times.
No sooner had we put down our non-refundable deposit, than we began to hear news reports of a troubling nature. Guess which one is a lie and which ones are true:
- Beach Lice
- Fatal Shark Attack
- Flesh Eating Bacteria
It's a trick question. They're all true. So, now what do we do? We can't walk on the beach. Not without Hazmat suits. And don't even think about getting in the water. Did I mention the deposit is NON-REFUNDABLE. Yeah, they're sticking to that policy.
At least there's a pool and a jacuzzi at this condo. (heavy sigh) Chances are we will have it all to ourselves.
Maybe that staycation wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Maybe that staycation wasn't such a bad idea after all.
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