The Mice Will Play

Vacation.. the definition results in relaxation. The people that make up my blog header minus the two worthless guard dogs took a little vacay with some of my kin folk. It was an adventure to say the least. Theme parks, go carts, rain and enough food to the point that I am pretty sure I could sustain life for a week on what I consumed in calories. Now more than ever I realize that diet and exercise should be apart of my world. I didn't eat jello but feel like it. Anyway, it was a short trip, and while I was away the mice will play. I had two great Hot Tamales which everyone showed the love. Thank you everyone for reading that series. I have had such a great response from it. I hope it continues to showcase our friends.

Now back to vacation. Why does it never seem like when you go on vacation, it is vacation? You have to travel, that takes up a day going and coming. Then you get there and  you have big plans to sleep in, relax, have a drink or two and it never fails its go, go, go. There was a time difference which didn't help and I got up every morning at the butt crack  mainly because the time change screwed me up and I shared a king size bed with the live birth control that slept in the middle of us. If you don't know what sleeping with a wild bear feels like, let me know I will send the kid over to sleep with you. At one point I woke up to him blankly staring into my face. I don't think heart attacks are on the to do list while on vacation. 

I mean really vacation is supposed to be fun, yet I am exhausted. And its meant to revive your spirits, refresh your body and rest your mind. My mind says your belly is beyond its extension limit, you need fresh underwear and my house needs cleaning from being gone only four days. Have you ever thought of what other cultures of people do on vacation? I mean what do Amish people do on vacation?  Do they take the horse and buggy to the beach? Snake handlers. Do they reserve hotels that allow pets? And Eskimos. Wouldn't you think that just hitting a local hot spot with a heater and some whiskey be sufficient? How would an Eskimo even shop for a bikini? "Excuse me Miss, you have anything with fur trim and polar bears on the top and bottoms?" 

Don't get me wrong. I love vacation. We usually don't take long vacations in the summer. I love to save my days at Christmas and start the new year refreshed. Again, a vacation in which I am tired from shopping, taking down the tree, going from place to place, more eating. See! Is it ever really vacation? I guess you just have to say that anything is better than setting at a desk and staring at a computer is vacation. So I will take it. And by the time you have read this, I have collapsed in the comfort of my own bed without the wilder-beast kicking me in the kidneys. 

What are your vacation plans? Anything spectacular...rest I hope.

Happy Monday!

Dusty