(But, before I say anything, I will say this: I'm totally keeping the pants! And thanks for all the comments!)
About six or eight months ago, my sister Suzette asked me if I'd like to go to Mexico with her family, on their "Mom graduated from nursing school" celebration trip. After much agonizing and going back and forth at least 82 times, I decided that I'd go and take Jake & Haley with me. Jake because it's his turn to go on his 11-year-old trip (Haley's was to Niagra Falls) and Haley because she would never, ever, ever, ever forgive me if I didn't take her along. (Plus she is working this summer to pay for her airline ticket.) Since I decided yes, and the decision was set in stone (or in credit card) as the airplane tickets are already purchased, I've been doing tons of research online to figure out what we'll do in Cabo for eight days. Safari Jeep rides and hikes to mountain waterfalls! (The thing I most want to do with Jake, although I'm not sure I'll be able to manage the ---gulp!--- $400 price tag.) Moonlit buccaneer cruises! Chartered snorkeling tours! Jungle ziplines! And, of course, days and days and days spent on the beach! (Which Haley is just in heaven even thinking about.) It all sounds lovely.
But, you know, my life just never goes smoothly. I'm serious. Every time I plan something like this, there's always something else that comes up to make it more difficult. So that swine flu epidemic? That's totally the thing that's making the Mexico trip questionable. Do we risk going? We're just going to wait and see at this point. But it's just so odd. Stuff like this doesn't ever happen to Suzette when she travels. It always happens to me. I told her she should have known better than to even ask me to come, but I was hoping her travel vibes might overcome mine.
At any rate, now the world knows who they can blame the swine flu on. It's all my fault.