Spring Break

So everyone's been telling me about their awesome Spring Break plans. The Bahamas. Florida. New York City. California.

But me? Do I get to go somewhere warm, (where the beer flows like wine, and beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano)? No, I do not. I get to stay home. All week. And work.

I'm not trying to complain.

Ok, yes I am.

I don't want to stay home. I want to go somewhere super exciting and warm and sunny and beautiful. I mean, it snowed today. Today, the second to last day before SPRING Break. Why?

I mean, I'm not trying to be a party pooper. I'm sure I'll have my share of kicks and giggles, waking up to snow, working extra hours, and maybe not even making the college visit I thought I was going to.

Heck, maybe I'll even have more fun than my friends in those distant tropical places that I always see in calendars.

Yeah, that's right. Maybe I'll have MORE fun. While my friends are lounging around on an all-inclusive trip to Sandals, Jamaica on some gorgeous white sand beach, I'll be lounging around in the snow angel I just created with five two year olds. While my friends see the countless sights New York City has to offer, I'll be seeing my room, and all the nooks and crannies I'd been neglecting to clean for a while. While my friends eat delicious, foreign food, I'll be creating my own masterpieces out of pre-packaged turkey and pepper jack cheese.

Oh yeah, living the life.

I can't wait to rub it in when they get back.