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.
California border to border, here we go!
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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