Booking A Texting Vacation...

I dreamed about this last night. Although this happened LAST May...

A slightly harassed Lemon Stand attempting to make recent vacation plans being made via text (welcome to the 21st century) with Husband:

LS, "The kids want to know if we can go to Cape Cod for a week?"

Husband, "??"

LS, "You said something about the possibility of a military reservation? Oh, and I also made arrangements with Beth at the Oil company for the remaining heating bill."

Husband, "It's called Cliff and was she cool?"

LS, "I don't know if she had her air conditioner on or possibly took my call whilst standing in a meat locker, but she WAS very nice about it."

Husband, "She's like that."

LS, "What is Cliff and can I jump off it right now?"

Husband, "Only if I can push."

LS, "By the time you push, I'll already have jumped... so remember what happens to the lemmings..."

Husband, "If you jump, that would remove most of my reasons for following."

LS:  :(

LS, "Well then... start imagining a future without me being an anchor around your neck... 

LS, "We all need to have dreams..."

Husband, "Keep dreaming.  We don't have any high buildings in our piece of 'the middle of nowhere.'"

LS, "Hence the girls request for a Cape Cod vacation."

Husband, "Ah, no."

LS, "No vacation?"

Husband, "No lemming impersonations."

QOTD: "We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the saltwater off our bodies, and the sand out of our belongings."  ~ Erma Bombeck