We picked up pizza and salad for two at our favorite neighborhood joint, Pizza Fino. We were welcomed by one of our favorite staff ladies that we had not seen in a while.
She briefly talked about her month long road trip through the western states. I was in awe of her tale. I automatically responded with, “I’ve never been off for a month long vacation, how wonderful for you!”
SW quickly changed gears; placed his hand on my shoulder, saying, “Honey, you are retired. For how long now?”
Wow. Is retirement classified as a vacation? I suppose so. Geesh! For the most part I get to do whatever I want every day (except cure cancer). That is being on vacation in a nut shell, right?