final day of vacation

with one remaining day of freedom, jay and i took the kids for a mini-vaca at the joco pools. we thought Splash Cove to be the perfect oasis for Trix's first dip in the pool. She seemed to take the che;mical and child-piss laced waters as something of an assault to her senses and dealt with the trauma as she deals with most: by falling asleep. She gets that admirable technique from her father. I'm filled with jealousy over this gift.
as is often the case, while we only traveled a few short blocks past the county line, it felt like worlds away from the dotte. we found one of the few neighborhoods with character in joco that we thought might be tolerable to live. we looked around and noted the majority of elderly folk. we have a penchant for picking neighborhoods where there's no one for our children to play with. at any rate, the land wasn't graded beyond recognition and didn't have the flat desolate vistas that most of the south suburbs fall victim to. We decided we need to get into one of these homes. Since I've yet to figure out a way to con my way into one, we have decided a two-year plan for getting me back to work and paying down debt will have to suffice. whoop whoop. i'm going back to work and even though it breaks my heart, I can do it for their long-term well-being, if it's a part of a plan that will actually work for us.
in closing, to the geniuses at Blue Diamond, your wasabi soy almonds have bedeviled even the smallest preutopians: