When I was a senior in high school my family went to Atlantis in the Bahamas. I stupidly felt it was my duty to stay home with my boyfriend at the time, so needless to say, I missed out on an incredibly fun trip. This was the first, but not the last time I missed out on a family vacation for a boyfriend. What can I say? I’m obviously a dumbass. (For those interested the other trip I missed was Paris….PARIS!) Getting back to my point…. My family talks about this trip so fondly that it made me want to go. I have begun operation “Whine until the hubs takes me to Atlantis”. So far so good. I’ve convinced him the idea is great and that we can go in a year and a half, when I turn thirty. I hate the idea of getting old. So hitting the big 3-0 in a tropical paradise will soften the blow….I hope.
