arriba!

I'm going to Puerto Rico for spring break. Or rather, for my sister's spring break since I'm still on perma-break. I'm only going because the trip will be subsidized by grandma, savings bonds, and tax refunds (yay for claiming 0!) (which reminds me I need to go finish that up). This beats the hell out of going anywhere in Florida. I'd rather go to... to... Ohio than go to Florida for Spring Break. Actually, that's not entirely true. I'd just stay home. And I'm probably going to Cleveland for St. Patrick's Day, so I obviously don't know what I'm talking about.

So now we don't have to worry about Emmles not having renewed her passport. And this addresses her "not hot enough" concerns with staying on the mainland (it was brought to my attention that Key West was very recently experiencing record lows of 47 degrees, poor babies). I hope they'll still stamp my passport.

Aw, hell, we're leaving three weeks from today. Only three weeks in which to lose a few more pounds. Only three weeks in which to schedule various personal grooming appointments (now might be time to take that Brazilian plunge). Only three weeks in which to decide how I will live without internet access for 7 days (there're internet cafes in PR, right?).