I use to get a spring break. Well, I use to use my vacation hours to get a spring break but it was always the week of the actual spring break, so you get it. I was a little sad that I wouldn't get one this year. (Dear Rachel, Couldn't your life be viewed currently as an extended spring break? Love, Everyone. Dear, Everyone, Yes. If spring break consisted of filling out applications and honing my gas siphoning skills. Love, Me.) But I can cheer up because suddenly this week has turned into my spring break. You should see my calendar. It's packed with fun (and cheap) outings (well, cheap if I actually do learn to siphon gas).
Cynde is in town (sad reasons, let's not talk about it.) and she's staying with me and we stayed up late last night laughing and coloring. Ah, coloring. I could write an entire dissertation on the joys of coloring. And Amanda comes into town this afternoon and we will no doubt stay up late laughing and maybe coloring some more. Seriously, I love it so much. I'm taking my little 10 year old buddy to the Huntington Library tomorrow (Yeah, so I have a 10 year old friend. You would want to hang out with her too if you knew her. Adorable.) and we have tickets to the Getty Villa on Friday. And general conference is this weekend. Wahoo!
Okay, so maybe my idea of an awesome spring break is slightly different from other people who drink too much and get tattoos and venereal diseases down in Florida, but for an 80 year old, I think my plans sound pretty fun.