When your vacation is like...

Husband and I went to a wedding in San Francisco this past weekend. Since it was the first trip away we’ve had together in five years, we added a few days on the front end and spent some time in our old neighborhood visiting with friends and family. We even managed to swing a day wandering around Carmel Valley. It was a lovely few days filled with fun and family and friends and sun, and – who am I kidding.  It was wicked stressful, traffic was nuts and there were people everywhere... but it was lovely.

I think this picture of our shower in our Monterey hotel sums up the whole experience.

A perfectly placed hole in the glass shower wall so that you can reach in and turn on the water without soaking yourself. 

Fabulous in theory, sure. But in practice, you step into the shower and the perfectly heated water hits your body, sprays out the hole, onto the floor and soaks the toilet.  Which leaves you with a wet floor, wet toilet and perfectly soggy, utterly useless toilet paper. 

Much like our trip. Lovely in theory; spend four days in the California sun seeing friends and family.  The reality; we ran about, exhausted ourselves, had little time with any particular person and now we're perfectly soggy, utterly useless, well... toilet paper.
 
The dogs on the other hand had a marvelous time at their very fancy dog spa hotel.  

So much so, I think they’re unhappy we came home. 

​Sucks to be them.  We’re unhappy too.