Probably not a popular opinion...

Ok, I'm tired of this place. Ready to go home 2 days ago, now the vacation seems more like torture as I've broken out in a lovely rash on my chest and the upper part of the back of my arms, the Masshole family seems to follow us everywhere, and the prices have finally made my brain start to split in half. I can't get past the feeling that we're being taken advantage of. Perhaps its a curse that comes from living in the central part of the US in beautiful and faboolous Kansas City, but when I'm paying $4.38 PER DIET COKE (um, that's a 12 oz can, mind ya) after service charges and everything are added on, I guess I just feel like someone might be trying to slowly pound me in the ass day after day. (Island time, they call it...everything here is done slowly. Even pounding the guests in the ass.)

Sorry for the delay on the stories. I'm just not in the mood. (Which sucks.)

Oh, and to be clear, the Hubby did NOT pee in the bed. He started to pee, but woke up and stopped himself from doing so. It was a dream thing, you know? I'll explain more later.

We'll have a contest on what his new name should be when I get back next week. Feel free to post ideas in the comments or send me an email (for those unaware of how to do that, go to my profile and click on the "email" link. Fancy!) and I'll get on that by Thursday, I'd imagine.

GOD, I cannot wait to go home! Jeezy...