My daughter sent this picture of the resort she stayed at in Spain in Costa Del Sol. She says there are no pictures of her, as she must have taken all the pictures! That pool looks fantastic. I'm about to go on a mini-vacation about 2 hours up the road with my current boyfriend. No, I was not with my daughter on that Spain vacation, as she went with her father, my ex, who lives in England. So I am going to be sitting at my hotel pool trying to imagine being in Spain and soak up the little bit of ambiance gleaned from the pictures she sent.
Then I will wake up from my revelry and realize:
1) There is no chance in hell I would see a celebrity hanging out at this hotel and this pool.
2) I might get the same tan as my daughter but I won't be able to brag to my friends and say " I got my tan from SPAIN!
3) The closest I will get to Spain is looking at pictures of my daughter's trip there.
4) If I went to Spain, who would take care of the cat and who would water the "crisis" garden I've got started because of the "Great Depression #2" going on over here. Oh yeah, that's right, I CANT go to Spain BECAUSE of the "Great Depression #2" going on over here!
When I go out to dinner with my boyfriend I will just order tacos.
2 comments:
Hahaha I love this post Mom! Cant wait to see you tomorrow.
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Miss you very much. Now it's MY turn to get a vacation!
Mom
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