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Grieving the Loss of our Vacation



It's been a while since Los Porchs got away to somewhere warm (preferably hot) with a sandy beach and drinks with umbrellas in them.  My parents graciously took us along for their adventure back in January of 2011 which is actually the trip where we embraced the name Los Porchs and frankly ran with it (as evidenced here).

Pretty cute, right?
So young.  Well, let's not get carried away.

We've been chatting about attempting to leave again and do something all-inclusive and fun.  Those chats recently ended because Rover, Porch's beloved LR3, recently needed some sweet, sweet mechanic lovin' and emptied our Vacation Fund.  I also had to fork over my reserves to get the Kia Pet new tires and brakes.  I'm pretty glad I did that though because the snow and ice in our alley is a bitch to deal with now, with the new set-up so I can't even imagine how bad it could have been!

Plan B involves us patiently waiting to do our taxes and praying to tax refund gods that we get enough back to do something tropical this year!  The tax gods are bitches and are not going to be funding anything beyond a trip to the liquor store to drown our sorrows regarding this loss.

If this fails, Plan C involves me making strong drinks at the cabin in Northern Wisconsin and self-serving drinks with umbrellas in them.  Not terrible, but so not tropical.

Wanted:  Beach lounging and umbrella drinks

See that sunburn?
That's what's been missing from my life since 2011.

I guess we're headed to the cabin for vacation.  Sorry Mom and Dad.

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