In high school, Spring Break meant that I got to go somewhere warm. My parents and I would pack ourselves up and take ourselves out. I always had wonderful spring vacations.
This year will be no exception. W and I are packing ourselves up and taking ourselves out just like my parents and I did every year before now. We're jamming a cooler full of fruit and bread and driving my little car to St. Louis to sleep on my sister's futon and snuggle with little baby Lucy.
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