Ahhhhh, Vacations…

I just got back from vacationing with another family in Orlando, FL. We rented a condo and did the whole Sea World/Aquatica thing. Sea World was fine…but Aquatica rocked the proverbial Casbah. Super fun for kids and adults. However, chances are good that if you take four children under the age of five to amusement parks, you’re gonna experience some strange moments.

Most of mine came on the last day. The other dad had to head back early to minister at his church (jerk ), so I stayed with all the wives and children. That’s when the remarks about plural wives began. We were cracking up about it, thinking about how strange it must look for one guy to be walking around with two women and four children.

However, the low point of the trip came on the same day. We stopped to feed everyone at a “healthy” family restaurant – Beth and I split a sandwich and a side of pasta salad. We are trying to watch what we eat – a post for another day. I started to eat the cold pasta when I spotted something that looked like chicken in it. I told Beth, “I call this chicken!” and stuffed it in my mouth. My “wives” immediately informed me that it was not chicken – it was an artichoke. A big one. We are talking juice here, people. It was at that moment that I thanked God for my strong will that has landed me in so much trouble in the past. I conquered my gag reflex and ate the whole artichoke. It was brutal – something truly worthy of the term “torture.” I suppose this would be an appropriate place to misquote Philippians 4:19 for everybody…

Overall the vacation was great. A good time was had by all and now I get to go back to working in the real world next week…