California Border to Border

I am not terribly impulsive. Really. Vacation planning aside, I’m a slow mover. But that is not how we ended up starting our vacation on a Sunday afternoon.

SOS and I have been trying to decide whether we can afford a vacation this summer. According to our pattern (firmly established over the first four years of our marriage), we have a vacation abroad, then the next year we stay in the States, and then repeat. Away. Here.

Obviously, we’re due for something international. Our 1.5 salary disagrees with us, though. To vacation, or not to vacation? That is the question.

Then Boss-man tells SOS, I really don’t need you in the office Spring Break. Why don’t you take some vacation?

It’s too late to get SmilesBabyGirl’s passport, so we do the best we can under the circumstances: start our vacation at the border.

California border to border, here we go!
We had CutieLittleBoy be our Vanna and not SmilesBabyGirl in case there was an accidental border crossing and we couldn't get her back on account of no passport.

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