Well, I made the “mistake” of telling my little brother and sister, David (10) and Melissa (8), maybe 8-9 months ago that we would take them to SeaWorld sometime soon. Since then, we’ve been reminded umpteen times that we need to fulfill my obligation. For instance, last August I got this sweet note from my brother saying “I’m glad you got a new house. I love you and miss you. I hope I can see you soon. David.” Then I opened the letter from my little sister and it said: “WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE US TO SEAWORLD? Love, Melissa.” So . . . the short version of the story is, we’re going to take them this weekend. It’ll be a rush-rush trip to San Diego and back. But it should be fun.
It was a last-minute decision (as of yesterday) to make this trip this weekend. We were originally planning on going next weekend but something had unexpectedly come up on my calendar for next weekend. And then we realized, much to Kevin’s chagrin and dismay, that every single one of our weekends are booked from now until April, except for one. “At least we have a life,” I said, trying to console him. “Yes,” he replied. “But it would be nice if we could have a slower-paced life!”