March is, at this very moment, roaring in like a big bad angry lion. And now all we can hope for is that it goes out like a cute little wobbly legged newborn lamb.
Okay, my love of winter is starting to wane. I missed getting to ski in this lion of a storm and will be okay if we do not get another, even if that means making my next ski day in spring skiing conditions (warm and sunny with soft, wet groomed runs, and no new snow.)
Do you ever get those faxes, emails, postcards, FACEBOOK ads for the $199 ALL-inclusive vacations? You know, the ones that promise you can be laid up drunk next to a pool on the beach, with an open bar next to a buffet, all for one low price?
Man, that sounds good about now. But, you’d only have one of the 900 or so hotel rooms. Or maybe you opt for the floating version, on a boat? I get seasick, so that one is not for me.
I must say, when I get those ads, I get dreamy. But I know better. Not that I would not try it sometime. Usually we like something much more intimate and, well, private. Plus, my wife does not want me anywhere near a buffet, even if I eat only salad and protein. I still eat too much, and I am a wimpy hangover, so the open bar is not a good idea, either. Although a video of me passed out in the sand slowly getting redder would be funny to watch.
Yes, you have to BYOB, but you will not have to share with 900 of your closest friends.
Come on, lamb.