This is the time in the year that give teachers the the little bit of rejuvenation they need to make the hard push to through standardize testing time, the kids go crazy for three months suffering from summer fever time and the time of the year teachers are too busy and broke to have choir practice. (wink wink). Spring Break Yo! its down hill from here I am already visualizing my self on tour of America's best beaches. None the less I was hoping fro a preview this week. Since moving away from good ole San Antonio twenty years ago... The Texas coast has been somewhat out of reach. I was not willing or had any desire to drive eight hours or more to see sand and some less than ideal beaches. However since the little man and I made the trip via The Megabus to San Antonio I figure why not your almost there, I thought I would rent a car take the little man to go see sand and some Cheeto eating Seagulls for the first time in his tiny life. I was all ready with credit card and cellphone in hand when my father, little mans grand pa, puts a big huge stop to that idea... With his negative Ned attitude and 1 million reasons why we shouldn't and can't go. I now feel hostage in my parents home... No car, having to ask permission to go out with my friend... My parents just want to oodles over the little guy who is now pumped full of sugar, arms stuffed with toys and treats to keep intoxicated and addicted to the land of Grandparentville.
As always my allergies are flaring as they always do I. San Antonio I am laying on what in my mind should be a lounger located on a beach in south Florida waiting on an exotic tropical adult beverage basking on the sun. But instead I have a recline chair, a box of tissues, some allergy medication and, the glaring light from the TV to enjoy on my week off.
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