Instead of doing much of anything productive today, I’ve been using my precious baby-napping time to surf the web and look at various all-inclusive resorts in sunnier parts of the world. Sloan is in her crib squawking right now and I’m pretending like I can’t hear her. I’m too engrossed in thinking about the mini-bars and private balconies in the guest rooms.
Club Med in Cancun doesn’t look so bad.
Neither does the Dreams Resort on the Mayan Riviera.
I could handle either of these places right now. I would even get a bikini wax and a spray tan so as not to scare off the other beach goers.
Both of these places are in Mexico, which unfortunately brings to mind mean drug dealers with big guns and bandanas around their faces…kidnappings…beheadings. Or is that in Iran?? Well, at least I’m not thinking of vactioning in Iran. Maybe I am paranoid. I’m sure there are plenty of people vacationing in Mexico right now, living it up and soaking in some rays.
If only my husband got wild hairs like I do and was willing to slap a couple of thousand dollars on a credit card for a five-day vacation. It’s probably smart that I married him, because I would do this and he would NOT. He would open a separate special savings account and hole away money for a couple of years until the trip could be totally paid for. This is what a smart person does. I, however, would do the opposite – citing that life is too short and that we will always somehow be in debt. As well as mentioning that life is too short to deprive yourself of strong margaritas and hot tropical sand to stick your feet in.
It’s pretty snowy here in Utah.
I could make a margarita out of the snow in my backyard, although it probably has lots of toxic chemicals that I don’t want to ingest. Boo. Hiss.