Misting fans? Check.
Cooling towels? Check.
Passport wallets? Check and check.
Cute new bathing suit? Hellzyeah check.
400 dozen bottles of sunblock? Check check checkity check.
Next week is our 19th wedding anniversary. And while we originally planned to "save" a big special vacation for our 20th next year, we ended up changing our minds. After all, 2017 marks 20 years together, which should also count for something.
Also, both of us really, really need a vacation. A real one, sans kids, without a work meeting or two squeezed into the agenda to justify the expense, or a trip sponsor/brand to satisfy with a quota of blog posts and regular properly hashtagged social media check-ins. A vacation where BOTH of us leave our computers at home and go completely off the grid, un-damn-reachable, do not bother me, I do not care if your website is on fire.
So that's what we're doing. We're going to Mexico. I am going to see some pyramids. I am going to lose my ever-loving archaeological-tastic mind.
What I won't be doing? Blogging. Checking social media. Reading the goddamn news. I've turned off my breaking news alerts (aka my Outrage Attack Dailies) and I haven't even checked if our hotel offers free WiFi.
Maybe I'll Instagram a pyramid. Maybe I won't.
(The boys are spending the week being spoiled rotten by their grandparents, and are the only humans allowed to call us.)
(Well, also the petsitters. Who have been instructed to send us a steady stream of pet photos because that's a habit we just can't quit.)
So. Um. Bye, for a little bit! I'll be back in a week-ish. At which point I will probably trick you into a dinner party and then inundate you with a million near-identical photos slides of pyramids and out-of-focus selfies with a visible thumb in the frame. Like we did in the good ol' days.