carry on without me

You know what? Winter is boring me to death. I am sick of putting coats and mittens and boots and hats and scarves on my kids, sick of scraping the ice away from the garage door, sick of shoveling the walk, sick of hauling up the wood for the fireplace, and sick of being cold and in the dark. I am sick of soup, sick of rock salt, and sick of citrus fruit. I am sick of socks, sick of dry skin, and sick of screwing under the blankets.

So, goodbye, cruel northeast. I've decided to take off for Bora Bora in the morning. I'll be flying first class and staying at the Hotel Bora Bora, which I don't really know anything about, but it looks nice on the website. I'm going snorkeling every morning, getting a spa service every afternoon, and eating and drinking like a complete horsepig every night. I'm charging the whole thing.

I'll send you a postcard.