We went away there, for a few days.
It did not suck. No.
Babble and Westin hotels have been sending a few of us Babble Voices folk to various Westin resorts. They sent us to...Aruba.
What the hell, right? We're such assholes. I hate us too, it's okay.
I'll be writing about the trip at my Babble blog, of course, but also here, all uncompensated-like, because we took approximately four hundred thousand photos and the campaign at Babble is only five posts, and that means I might not force quite enough of the Internet to stare at my vacation photos. And that just goes against everything I believe in, frankly.
First, though, is this little problem:
That's roughly the amount of dirty laundry a family of five accumulates during a five-day vacation.
That's also the amount of dirty laundry I would currently be tackling if the airline had not lost that particular black suitcase right there, which was our designated Dirty Gross Laundry suitcase.
I suppose I should be thankful for the temporary respite from the Dirty Gross Laundry...the suitcase HAS been located, after all, and is currently en route home from an extended layover in Atlanta...but I also really miss my toothbrush.
(Noah, during our briefer-than-our-suitcase's time in Atlanta. We were totally able to watch it not get loaded on our plane outside that window right there! Super amazing and enriching. Also fun were the looks of terror on the faces of every other person in this waiting area as they silently prayed for seat assignments far, far away from us.)