vacations are hard.

the ocean is overrated and kinda gay.

it's primarily something you look at and after a day my eyes are like, whatever ocean.

plus it's loud like a thousand lions roaring inside of a tiger's mouth.


and i'll be honest..

i don't go IN the water, except to my knees.

i am of the jaws generation and that shit runs deep.


there's really only so much of this you can do..

before you find yourself back in your condo eating fudge and hummus while watching "family" shows like the big bang theory and the adventures of old christine or whatever it's called, in the middle of the afternoon.


some of you might say...

well jenny, that's when you give in, relax, chill out and become one with the big, gay ocean.

but then i say to you..

there is the cooking, and laundry and grocery store runs and homework to be done and swimming lessons and...all the things.

and that shit sounds way too much like regular life.


and why does everyone still wake up at 6:45 AM on vacation? (talking to you mom and dad)

that's regular life suckers!! 


i guess at the end of the day it's just important to leave your house for a few days?



and then with all of that travel stress relaxing you find yourself back at home with a runny nose and scratchy throat. 


and a house that smells like a pet smart.




the upside is that i spent time with my family.

those people are mostly awesome.

 when they aren't up at 6:45 banging around or listening to the TV full blast volume like legit old people.

and 4 days of ocean gazing (gayzing) with a side of laundry and cooking is better than 0 days of ocean gazing (gayzing) with a side of laundry and cooking.
so i get that.
no one needs to tell me that at least i got to go on vacation.


and well, now that i am home and my kid is back in school i intend to take the next few days to recuperate from my vacation (side eye) and cold by reading blogs and watching missed TV. 

which includes the turds.

and an almighty recap for you!


you're welcome! bye!!