Because I really, really want those photos. Photos of the freaking cherry blossoms! Photos of Macaroni all smiles and center of attention. Photos of us with a ginormous Albert Einstein! A photo of me holding the huge grasshopper-on-steroid looking bug that Macaroni was afraid of. Artsy fartsy photos that Macaroni took and then expressed an interest in growing up to be something other than an Olympic medallist.
**Warning: rant beginning now
(Because, let's face it...my baby isn't going to get an Olympic medal. Nobel Prize maybe, Olympic medal? Not so much.
Sorry if you're reading this Mac, put an ice pack between your legs and commit this moment to memory,
I'm sure your therapist is going to want every detail.
But for real, most of those medals are purchased. Not that the athletes aren't freaky talented, because I know they are, but how many families can afford the training and coaching and travelling involved in Olympic level sports? Huh? Even if I stopped vacationing and sold Jboy into slavery we couldn't afford it. What I wouldn't give to build a halfpipe, vert ramp and/or a motocross track in our backyard and send him off to the Olympic trials one day.
It's nice that he still thinks he can make it though...)
Deep breath and rant over**
So in the midst of all this I tried to put a little price tag on what those photos are worth. Which, of course, is impossible to do. How much am I willing to pay for the chance that they can save them? I'm thinking no more than $100. But like a gross, spoiled American pig-child I've decided that if they can't save my photos I'll start tracking the Last Minute Packages and just take him back to D.C. for another long weekend. Maybe Jboy will join us this time.
And here I thought Lisa had lost her mother loving mind with her dolls. I might as well buy an airplane at the rate I'm going.
It also occurred to me that I could take a vacation every month this year. Do weird things like that occur to everyone or is it just me? Like, "I haven't eaten a vegetable in five days...I could make it a week, or hey, even a month." Or, "It's one o'clock in the afternoon on a Saturday and I've only gotten out of bed once to pee...can I stay in bed until Monday morning?" I won't even mention the competition I'm in with the nuns of the world. And now, my latest..."I've been on three vacations in three months this year, can I keep that up for another 9 months?!?!"
Oh my, the carbon offsets I'd have to buy just to ease my guilty conscience. How cool would that be though? There's a sweet little girl I really want to take to WDW and another one who's itching to go back to NYC. I think I could stay for free or nearly free in Fort Collins, Tucson, New Orleans, Edinburgh (Gee even offered!) and woo hoo Wisconsin...maybe Philly and SF too.
Damn, someone bitch slap me through the computer and wake me up already.
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