I'm planning a vacation and I feel guilty about it. I don't really need a vacation. I don't work. I don't need to get away from Hubby and I'm bringing two of the three kids with me, so...I'm going on vacation just for the helluvat.
Hope it's warm in Orlando. Hope gas and food are cheap and there are lots of sales on at my favorite stores. And I hope that everybody at the pool is fatter than me.
Oh ya, I hope that Hubby doesn't discover that he can live without me while I'm gone.
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