What I did on my summer vacation; the "So Far" edition

drove to New Hampshire
unpacked
admired the scenery
cleaned up the kitchen
shopped
walked around cute little downtown Portsmouth
cleaned up the kitchen
stayed up late
slept late
laundry
visited the cheese shop
visited the fishmonger's
raided the library
ate clams, cod, swordfish, and fish chowder
ate Grape Nut ice cream
cleaned up the kitchen
ate Hood Cottage Cheese with Chive
watched my children eat ice cream
cleaned up the kitchen
read
watched Spider-Man
watched Spider-Man 2
cleaned up the kitchen
listened to my daughter play Super Smash Brothers Brawl
bought school supplies
cleaned up the kitchen

I think I could go on vacation anywhere and be perfectly happy, as long as I get to sleep late, eat well, and someone else cleans up the fucking kitchen once in a while.

Because the thing about vacation is they're always around. EATING.

And the proof is all over the kitchen counters.