So we decided to take our vacation in Italy. This is our first real vacation since a couple of years ago when we visited Dana in Paris and then spent another week getting dehydrated in Mexico. (Last year's trip to Florida doesn't count since we spent it with his family so I couldn't ever really relax. Plus we also spent it on a pull-out couch that was really just a bunch of metal and springs held together by strings so I couldn't sleep either). Needless to say, I am ridiculously excited and my mind has switched to full on obsession over planning. It is bad timing for me to be doing this because it's really important that I focus on work right now. Both my jobs are in crunch time right now so I really need to stop reading tripadvisor reviews and do some WORK.

Adding to my obsession is Clyde's lack of interest in all things vacation. For example, I asked Clyde for his opinions on where we should stay in Florence and his response was, "I don't care, you plan it all, stop hassling me." And it's those last three words that make me want to strangle him. Then I remember that this means I get to plan everything so Clyde really won't have any choice when I plan half-a-day for shopping at the Prada, Gucci, and YSL outlets. Yes, poor him.

Since my husband is apparently disinterested in planning and I am obsessed, I'll probably have to just become obsessed on this blog. So apologies now for the many posts to come which I am sure with bore you to death (all 3 of you).