Saturday, March 2, 2013
I decided I need a vacation.
When I was younger, I very much disliked going on vacation for more than 2 days.
I missed my house.
I missed my friends.
and I missed my life.
Now, what I wouldn't do for a free trip to just Idaho or Vegas. The Guide Dog Puppy that we finished raising in December, is currently waiting for his new blind "partner", so we might get a short, mini, drive-up to-Oregon-and-back-in-3-days vacation... but we don't know until about 1 1/2 weeks before.
Next week is spring break. (I know, early, right?)
I need a vacation.
I decided 2 days next week, I'm just not doing anything. And by anything, I mean anything for work.
I'm shutting off my phone... (okay, I lie. I can't shut off my phone. I would be lost.)
I'm not getting dressed until 11 am.
and I'm not thinking about work.
That is my resolve!
(Unless they call me and they really need me and I have the chance to earn extra money because I just had my car fixed and it was really expensive and car places make me angry.)