She Had Eggs

Here is a small sampling of what we did while in Texas: visited the Riverwalk and the Alamo in San Antonio; visited the Children's Museum, the aquarium, and the Galleria in Houston; saw various forms of wildlife including deer, ducks, squirrels, and birds galore; ate at a slew of restaurants; visited a pond; and stayed in two hotels. We spent the rest of the nights at my Aunt's house. She lives in a woodsy resort area where we took scenic walks, fed deer, and saw Texas-type stuff we had never seen before (like lizards). We also hung out with relatives I hadn't seen in 18 years.
So here is what A remembers about the trip: she had eggs. She told me this as we were reflecting on our vacation and all we had done. All she could remember was that she had enjoyed some eggs at breakfast one morning. At that moment I decided that we are definitely not taking her to Disney World anytime soon. It almost makes me a little sad that she isn't going to remember any of the cool stuff we've done over the past two years. But I digress.
As for the other half and me . . . well, 10 days of togetherness is also a little much even for couples that get along. This evening P and I had a conversation that went something like this:
Me: I sure hope you are going to work tomorrow.
Him: You're the one who'd better go to work, shithead.
Awww, isn't he precious? By today just the sound of him chewing started to cause my jaw to tighten. Somehow the 10th day always seems to be the straw that breaks the vacation's back.
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